Date: 1773
"Let gladness dwell in every heart, / And praise on every tongue."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"Beware of all, guard every part, / But most, the traitor in thy heart."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"At this still hour the self-collected soul / Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there / Of high descent, and more than mortal rank."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"Hail to pleasure's frolic train; / Hail to fancy's golden reign; / Festive mirth, and laughter wild, / Free and sportful as the child; / Hope with eager sparkling eyes, / And easy faith, and fond surprise: / Let these, in fairy colours drest, / Forever share my careless breast; / Then, tho' wise...
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1778
"And if, O love, thy potent dart / Should reach the sleeping shepherd's heart, / O! be to him a gentler guest, / And pierce, with lighter shaft, his breast."
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1781
"I have been speaking hitherto of a morning saunter; for in the evening there generally is, on St. Mark's Place, such a mixed multitude of Jews, Turks, and Christians; lawyers, knaves, and pickpockets; mountebanks, old women, and physicians; women of quality with masks; strumpets barefaced; and, ...
preview | full record— Moore, John (1729-1802)
Date: 1787
"Still crowding thoughts, a pensive train, / Rose in my soul"
preview | full record— Burns, Robert (1759-1796)
Date: 1788
"For me in vain is Nature drest, / While Joy's a stranger to my breast"
preview | full record— Burns, Robert (1759-1796)
Date: 1788
"Such a crowd of thoughts all at once rushed into Mary's mind, that she in vain attempted to express the sentiments which were most predominant."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1788
"Her heart longed to receive a new guest; there was a void in it: accustomed to have some one to love, she was alone, and comfortless, if not engrossed by a particular affection."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)