Date: 1761
"Inspiration pure impart, / Nerve her Arms and steel her Heart."
preview | full record— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)
Date: 1761
"Give me this Fury to asswage / One Drop, from some yet moist'ned Bowl / To cool the Fever in my Soul!"
preview | full record— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)
Date: 1761
"Wake my Harp! to melting Measures, / Pour thy softest, sweetest Treasures, / Such as lift the Thoughts on high; / 'Till the rapt Soul, Earth forsaking, / Heaven-ward it's Flight is taking, / On the Wings of Harmony."
preview | full record— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)
Date: 1761
"Our General amidst the Noise of War, / Has a Soul tun'd to all the softer Passions."
preview | full record— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)
Date: 1762
"Is the beauty of truth, or moral actions, or the deformity of falsehood, or vice, capable of being represented on paper, or on any other plain, except the rasa tabula of the mind?"
preview | full record— Griffith, Richard (d. 1788)
Date: 1762
"Therefore, I have no one notion, / That is not form'd, like the designing / Of the peristaltick motion; / Vermicular; twisting and twining; / Going to work / Just like a bottle-skrew upon a cork."
preview | full record— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)
Date: April, 1762
"The metaphor is a shorter simile, or rather a kind of magical coat, by which the same idea assumes a thousand different appearances."
preview | full record— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)
Date: 1760-1761, 1762
"We should feel sorrow, says he, but not sink under its oppression; the heart of a wise man should resemble a mirrour, which reflects every object without being sullied by any."
preview | full record— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)
Date: 1760-1761, 1762
"Oh thou possessor of heavenly wisdom, would be this separation, this immeasurable distance from my friends, were I not able thus to delineate my heart upon paper, and to send thee daily a map of my mind."
preview | full record— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)
Date: 1760-1761, 1762
"His boasted reason seems only to light him astray, and brutal instinct more regularly points out the path to happiness."
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