Date: 1784
"Blest is yon shepherd, on the turf reclin'd, / Who on the varied clouds which float above / Lies idly gazing--while his vacant mind / Pours out some tale antique of rural love!"
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Date: 1784
"Nor his rude bosom those fine feelings melt, / Children of Sentiment and Knowledge born, / Thro' whom each shaft with cruel force is felt, / Empoison'd by deceit or barb'd with scorn."
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Date: 1785
"I own thy image is engraven on my heart."
preview | full record— Holcroft, Thomas (1745-1809)
Date: 1786
"But your humanity must ever be engraved on my heart."
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1786
"But if (which Pow'rs above prevent) / That iron-hearted carl, Want, / Attended, in his grim advances, / By sad mistakes, and black mischances"
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Date: 1786
"Nay, with every other person 'tis the same thing--If we are stuffed into a coach, with a little chattering pert Miss, "Oh dear, Mr. Anthony Euston, you must not ride backwards, here is room for you on this seat--and Mr. Euston, I know, will like one seat as well as another"--and then am...
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1786
"So o'er my soul short rays of reason fly, / Then fade:--and leave me, to despair and die!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1786
"Oh thou! to save whose peace I now depart, / Will thy soft mind, thy poor lost friend deplore, / When worms shall feed on this devoted heart, / Where even thy image shall be found no more / Yet may thy pity mingle not with pain, / For then thy hapless lover--dies in vain!"
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Date: 1786
"'Tis thy pure spirit warms my Anna's mind. / Beams thro' the pensive softness of her form, / And holds its altar--on her spotless heart!"
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Date: 1786
"But when thy envied sanction crowns my lays, / A ray of pleasure lights my languid mind, / For well I know the value of thy praise."
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