Date: 1767, 1784
The native "British Ore" is polished by the social arts, and useful toil: they "polish life, and civilize the mind!"
preview | full record— Jago, Richard (1715-1781)
Date: 1768
"He gave a deep sigh--I saw the iron enter into his soul--I burst into tear"
preview | full record— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)
Date: 1768
"But 'tis a civil thing, said I--and as I generally act from the first impulse, and therefore seldom listen to these cabals, which serve no purpose, that I know of, but to encompass the heart with adamant--I turn'd instantly about to the lady."
preview | full record— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)
Date: 1768
"Ye whose clay-cold heads and luke-warm hearts can argue down or mask your passions, tell me, what trespass is it that man should have them?"
preview | full record— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)
Date: 1769
"To the arts of the libertine, however fair, my heart had always been steeled."
preview | full record— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)
Date: 1770
"Not greater wonder seiz'd th' abode / Of gloomy Dis, infernal god, / With pity when th' Orphean lyre / Did every iron heart inspire, / Sooth'd tortur'd ghosts with heavenly strains, / And respited eternal pains."
preview | full record— Dalton, John (b. 1709, d. 1763)
Date: 1755, 1771
"But he whose active, unencumber'd mind / Leaves this low earth and all its mists behind, / Fond in a pure unclouded sky to glow, / Like the bright orb that rises on the Po, / O'er half the globe with steady splendour shines, / And ripens virtues as it ripens mines."
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)
Date: November 1772
"Must Chloe hope in vain to steel that heart / In which each nymph would gladly share a part?"
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: 1774
"Her soul, refin'd from passion's base alloy, / Seem'd wrapt in visions of seraphic joy."
preview | full record— Roberts, William Hayward (d. 1791)
Date: 1775
"But, O, my brother! if thou hast a heart / That is not steel'd with stoic apathy / Against the magic of all-conqu'ring love, / Beware of beauty's pow'r; for she has charms / Wou'd melt the frozen breast of hoary age, / Or draw the lonely hermit from his cell / To gaze upon her."
preview | full record— Francklin, Thomas (1721-1784)