Date: 1764?
"Judge Reason view'd him with an eye of grace, / Look'd through his soul, and quite forgot his face"
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1764, 1773
"But thou, my friend! while in thy youthful soul / Love's gentle tyrant seats his aweful throne, / Write from thy bosom--let not art controul / The ready pen, that makes his edicts known."
preview | full record— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)
Date: January, 1764; 1774
Genius "Turns rebel to dame reason's throne / And holds no judgment like his own."
preview | full record— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)
Date: March 1764, 1774
"While Favour with a Syren's smile, / Which might Ulysses self beguile, / Presents the sparkling bright libation, / The nectar of intoxication; / And summoning her every grace / Of winning charms, and chearful face, / Smiles away Reason from his throne, / And makes his votaries her own."
preview | full record— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)
Date: 1765, 1770
"Great is the soul which fears no vulgar awe, / But proves with pride that love's her first, great law."
preview | full record— Thompson, Edward (1738-1786)
Date: 1765
"Thro' rooted vice my spirits fail, / Which o'er my heart an empire wins, / O let thy mercy countervail / To cover all our sins."
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765
"Be ye not like to horse or mule, / That are not bless'd with reason's rule."
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765, 1770
"Till mighty conscience, whose prevailing call / Opes the dread volume of her laws to all."
preview | full record— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)
Date: 1765, 1770
"When of old / Arcadia's peaceful shepherds uncontroul'd / Their ranging flocks thro' boundless pastures drove, / Or tun'd their pipes beneath the myrtle grove, / Their laws on brazen tablets unimprest / Were deeply grav'd on each ingenuous breast, / No proud Vicegerent of Astrea reign'd, / Astre...
preview | full record— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)
Date: 1766, 1806
"Too fatal proof! since thou, with av'rice fraught, / Didst basely urge (ah! shun the wounding thought!) / That tender circumstance--reveal it not, / Lest torn with rage I curse my fated lot: / Lest startled Reason abdicate her reign, / And Madness revel in this heated brain."
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)