Date: January 1, 1779

"There [to Heaven's Regions] when the soul, in search of purer day, / Loos'd from mortality's impris'ning clay / Shall swifter than the forked lightning dart."

— Anstey, Christopher (1724-1805)

Date: 1788

"I would not hear / Aught else disturb the silent reign of death, / Save the dull ticking of a lazy clock. / That calls me home, and leads the pious soul / Through mazes of reflection, till she feels / For whom and why she lives"

— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)

Date: 1805

"There, as those cells [Satan's myrmidons] empty found / Where brains in wiser pates abound, / They fill'd them with mephitic gas / From hell, which downward strove to pass, / But, gaining exit through the throat, / By leave of porter, Epiglott, / Vented itself in fustian storm / Rhetorical."

— Huddesford, George (bap. 1749, d. 1809)

Date: 1810

"And yet, my heart, within thy silent cell / Dwells a fair image which is lovelier still."

— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)

Date: 1815?

"Strait to her chamber, yester-eve, / Had she retreated from the cave, / And, wildering in a maze of thought, / Fear'd every hour with danger fraught"

— Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)