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: 1765, 1770
"On Life's rough sea by stormy passions tost, / Freedom and Virtue were together lost."
preview | full record— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)
Date: 1765, 1770
"These baseless structures, fictions light and vain, / Coin'd in the foldings of an idle brain, / To their absurd inventors I resign, / They are not in the Church's creed, or mine."
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Date: 1766, 1806
"WITH falsehood lurking in thy sordid breast, / And perj'ry's seal upon thy heart imprest, / Dar'st thou, Oh Christian! brave the sounding waves, / The treach'rous whirlwinds, and untrophied graves?"
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: 1766
"These are the marks which heav'n itself design'd, / The sterling standards of the human mind"
preview | full record— Jemmat [née Yeo], Catherine (bap. 1714, d. 1766?)
Date: 1766, 1806
"Let this pervade at length thy heart of steel; / Yet, yet return, nor blush, Oh man! to feel."
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: 1766
"Now Brag the beaut'ous sex controuls, / And is the window to their souls."
preview | full record— Jemmat [née Yeo], Catherine (bap. 1714, d. 1766?)
Date: 1766
"For Brag [a card game] most wisely was design'd, / To shew each pimple of the mind, / The faithful mirror of the heart, / Each lurking foible to impart."
preview | full record— Jemmat [née Yeo], Catherine (bap. 1714, d. 1766?)
Date: 1766
"Here Death his melancholy pomp displays, / And all his terrors strike on Fancy's eye: / To Fancy's ear each hollow gale conveys, / In chilling sounds, the last expiring sigh."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1766
"Mute is each Syren Passion's faithless song / Check'd and suspended by the solemn scene: / Mute the wild clamours of the giddy throng, / And only heard the "still small voice" within."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)