Date: 1791, 1806
"When from the festive bow'r / The frenzied Homicide retreats, / And, in his bosom's cell, / Essays each rising throb to quell;"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1791, 1806
"Yet in my bosom's ruby cell / The philosophic lore shall live!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1791, 1806
"I'll snatch a ray of hope, / For Hope's the lamp divine / That lights and vivifies the fainting soul, / With ecstacies beyond the pow'rs of song!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1789, 1791, 1799
"Throned in the vaulted heart, his dread resort, / Inexorable Conscience holds his court"
preview | full record— Darwin, Erasmus (1731-1802)
Date: 1789, 1791, 1799
"Oft tho' thy genius, Darwin! amply fraught / With native wealth, explore new worlds of mind; / Whence the bright ores of drossless wisdom brought, / Stampt by the Muse's hand, enrich mankind"
preview | full record— Darwin, Erasmus (1731-1802)
Date: 1789, 1791, 1799
"When Air's pure essence joins the vital flood, / And with phosphoric Acid dyes the blood, / Your Virgin trains the transient Heat dispart, / And lead the soft combustion round the heart; / Life's holy lamp with fires successive feed"
preview | full record— Darwin, Erasmus (1731-1802)
Date: 1791
"She bids the soften'd Passions live--/ The Passions urge again their sway."
preview | full record— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)
Date: 1792
"As when in ocean sinks the orb of day, / Long on the wave reflected lustres play; / Thy tempered gleams of happiness resigned / Glance on the darkened mirror of the mind."
preview | full record— Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855)
Date: 1792
"Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, / Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain."
preview | full record— Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855)
Date: 1792
"More noble than the sycophant, whose art / Must heap with taudry flowers thy hated shrine; / I envy not the meed thou canst impart / To crown his service--while, tho' Pride combine / With Fraud to crush me--my unfetter'd heart / Still to the Mountain Nymph may offer mine."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)