Date: 1759

"Who was the first that forg'd the deadly Blade? / Of rugged Steel his savage Soul was made."

— Grainger, James (1721-1766)

Date: 1760

"A man this emptied and vacuated of self-conceit, these lines of natural pride, being blotted out, the soul is as a Tabula rasa, an unwritten table, to receive any impression of the law of God, that he pleases to put on it; and then his words are all plain to him that understandeth, and right to ...

— Binning, Hugh (1627-1653)

Date: 1760

"Sudden my verses take the rude alarm, / New-coin'd, and from the mint of fancy warm"

— Hamilton, William, of Bangour (1704-1754)

Date: 1760

"There is a certain pleasing force that binds, / Faster than chains do slaves, two willing minds."

— Hamilton, William, of Bangour (1704-1754)

Date: 1760

"On clouds, where Fancy's beam amusive plays, / Shall heedless Hope the towering fabric raise?"

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)

Date: 1760

"Why roam abroad? Since still, to Fancy's eyes, / I see, I see thy lovely form arise."

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)

Date: 1760

"Say, pines not Virtue for the lingering morn, / On this dark wild condemn'd to roam forlorn? / Where Reason's meteor-rays, with sickly glow, / O'er the dun gloom a dreadful glimmering throw? / Disclosing dubious to th' affrighted eye / O'erwhelming mountains tottering from on high, / Black billo...

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)

Date: 1760

"O happy stroke, that bursts the bonds of clay, / Darts through the rending gloom the blaze of day, / And wings the soul with boundless flight to soar, / Where dangers threat, and fears alarm no more."

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)

Date: 1760, 1776

"Smit by thy rapture-beaming eye / Deep flashing through the midnight of their mind, / The sable bands combined, / Where Fear's black banner bloats the troubled sky, / Appall'd retire."

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)

Date: 1760, 1776

"Fond he surveys thy mild maternal face, / His bashful eye still kindling as he views, / And, while thy lenient arm supports his pace, / With beating heart the upland path pursues: / The path that leads, where, hung sublime, / And seen afar, youth's gallant trophies, bright / In Fancy's rainbow r...

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)