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Date: 1797
"May the soft rays of dawning hope impart / Reviving Patience to my fainting heart."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1797
"Light of the world, whose cheering ray / Illumes the realms of mind"
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1797
"Check they the torpid influence of Despair, / Or bid warm Health re-animate the breast; / Where Hope's soft visions have no longer part, / And whose sad inmate--is a broken heart?"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1797
"The base controul / Of petty despots in their pedant reign / Already hast thou felt;--and high disdain / Of Tyrants is imprinted on thy soul."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1797
"Man, lost in ignorance and toil, / Becomes associate to the soil, / And his heart hardens like his native rock."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: w. September 1794, 1797
"Wit, that no suffering could impair, / Was thine, and thine whose mental powers / Of force to chase the fiends that tear / From Fancy's hands her budding flowers."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1797
"Grief, the most fatal of the heart's diseases, / Soon teaches, who it fastens on, to die."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1797
"Fear thee, O Death!--Or hug the chains that bind / To joyless, cheerless life, her sick, reluctant mind?"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1798
"Methinks, its [a fluttering "film"] motion in this hush of nature / Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, / Making it a companionable form, / Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit / By its own moods interprets, every where / Echo or mirror seeking of itself, / And makes a toy of Thou...
preview | full record— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)
Date: February, 1798
"And what (I said) tho' blasphemy's loud scream / With that sweet music of deliv'rance strove; / Tho' all the fierce and drunken passions wove / A dance more wild than ever maniac's dream; / Ye storms, that round the dawning east assembled, / The sun was rising, tho' ye hid his light!"
preview | full record— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)
