Date: 1759
"Their grief, however, like their joy, was transient; every thing floated in their mind unconnected with the past or future, so that one desire easily gave way to another, as a second stone cast into the water effaces and confounds the circles of the first."
preview | full record— Johnson, Samuel (1709-1784)
Date: 1761
"[M]any, therefore, may violate that rule of right, which the hand of the Almighty has written upon the living tablets of the heart"
preview | full record— Hawkesworth, John (bap. 1720, d. 1773)
Date: 1761
"You, the miser's haunt be near; / Break his rest with causeless fear, / Creak his doors, his windows shake, / 'Till his iron heart shall quake."
preview | full record— Hawkesworth, John (bap. 1720, d. 1773)
Date: 1761
"Hitherto her memory had been wholly suspended by violent passions, which had crowded upon her in a rapid and uninterrupted succession, and the first gleam of recollection threw her into a new agony"
preview | full record— Hawkesworth, John (bap. 1720, d. 1773)
Date: December 6, 1765
One may fell Love's vengeful Shaft transfix her heart "And yield to [it] the Empire of [her] Soul]
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)
Date: December 6, 1765
"Then fly from Shape to Shape, / Yet hope not to escape, / My Chains enclose your Heart."
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)
Date: 1772, 1810
"He spoke: a sudden cloud his senses stole, / And thickening darkness swam o'er all his soul"
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)
Date: 1772, 1810
"His vital spark her earthly cell forsook, / And into air her fleeting progress took."
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)
Date: 1772, 1810
"'I saw thee near the murmuring fountain lie; / 'Mark'd the rough storm that gather'd in thy breast, / 'And knew what care thy joyless soul opprest."
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)
Date: 1772, 1810
"'So vain his wishes, and so weak his mind, / 'His soul, a bright obscurity at best, / 'And rough with tempests his afflicted breast, / 'His life, a flower ere evening sure to fade, / 'His highest joys, the shadow of a shade."
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)