Date: April 17, 1795
"Like Britain's Monarch" an audience may "act [their] generous parts, /And fix [their] empire, in [actors] greatful hearts.
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: April 17, 1795
"At Hymen's altar claim the chain / That twines two willing hearts in one!"
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: 1796
"Ay: ay: this is none of your modern paper skull'd authors--old Geoffery's head is sound"
preview | full record— Reynolds, Frederick (1764-1841)
Date: February 2, 1796
"But hope is the string that rides a sailor's heart--So, heave a-head, my lads."
preview | full record— Hoare, Prince (1755-1834)
Date: February 2, 1796
"Her head's like the island, folks tell on, / Which nothing but monkies can dwell on"
preview | full record— Hoare, Prince (1755-1834)
Date: February 2, 1796
"Her heart's like a lemon, so nice, / She carves for each lover a slice."
preview | full record— Hoare, Prince (1755-1834)
Date: 1796, 1806
"A dread coincidence of time and act / Drew me from Reason's empire to Despair!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1796, 1806
"O! blessings on thee!--soft, this ray of hope / Dazzles my aching senses, and I start / As from a dream of horror, where the brain, / Stampt with the semblance of some phantom dire / Reflects it, waking, to the fearful gaze!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1796, 1806
"Ambition!--not that emulative zeal Which wings the tow'ring souls of godlike men! / But bold, oppressive, self-created pow'r, / That, trampling o'er the barrier of the laws, / And scattering wide the tender shoots of pity, / Strikes at the root of reason, and confines / Nature itself in bondage!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: April 20, 1796
"Ere yet we were, / Our finer tones of mind some guardian spirit / Touch'd into harmony; and, when we met, / Th' according strings struck forth a sound so sweet, / That heav'n itself might listen! love! ev'n love, / That brand of discord, burns within our bosoms, / Pale—cold—before the steady fla...
preview | full record— Lee, Sophia (bap. 1750, d. 1824)