Date: 1817
"She now learn'd those mysterious arts / Which Fashion plies to conquer hearts"
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1817
One may "write the counsels of my heart" so "That they may be engrav'd on" another's heart
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1817
"If I could rip up my heart and lay it at your feet, you would read engrav'd on it in capital letters your own adorable name"
preview | full record— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)
Date: 1817
"The lights and shades, in contrast due, / Relieve each other in the view: / Alike the moral painter's part / T'obey the rules of studious art; / Thus to attract the mental eye / With height'ning variety;-- / And as the pencil truly gives / Each form that on the canvas lives, / To make his pen ad...
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Date: 1817
"But he, the bard of every age and clime, / Of genius fruitful, ardent and sublime, / Who, from the glowing mint of fancy, pours / No spurious metal, fused from common ores, / But gold, to matchless purity refined, / And stamp'd with all the godhead in his mind."
preview | full record— Gifford, William (1756-1826)
Date: 1817
"Doctrines, by the Nurses taught, / Are fix'd for ever in the thought: / The fair Impression then pursue, / Of what is just, and what is true"
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Date: 1817
"The seeds, in earliest Childhood sown / As buds, will in the Boy be known: / In Youth, as blossoms will appear, / And in full Manhood, fruitage bear."
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Date: 1817
"[H]e must be possest, / Of more, Vagellius, than thy iron breast, / Who braves their anger, and with ten poor toes, / Defies such countless hosts of hobnail'd shoes."
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Date: 1817
"The friends thou hast, and their adoption try'd, / Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;"
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Date: 1817
"[B]ring a mind, / Where legal and where moral sense are join'd, / With the pure essence; holy thoughts, that dwell / In the soul's most retired, and sacred cell"
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