Date: 1788
"So have I heard / The captive finch, in narrow cage confin'd, / Charm all his woe away with cheerful song, / Which might have melted e'en a heart of steel / To give him liberty"
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1788
"I would not hear / Aught else disturb the silent reign of death, / Save the dull ticking of a lazy clock. / That calls me home, and leads the pious soul / Through mazes of reflection, till she feels / For whom and why she lives"
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1788
"The parson frank'd their souls to kingdom-come!"
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1788
"With horns, and tail, and hoofs that make folks start; / And in my breast a millstone for a heart!"
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1788
"Since our most wicked act / Is not our sin, and our religious awe / Delusion, if that strong Necessity / Chains up our will."
preview | full record— Crowe, William (1745-1829)
Date: 1788
"The Mind herself, best judge of her own state, / Is feelingly convinced; nor to be moved / By subtle words, that may perplex the head, / But ne'er persuade the heart."
preview | full record— Crowe, William (1745-1829)
Date: 1788
"Who for such perishable gaudes would put / A yoke upon his free unbroken spirit, / And gall himself with trammels and the rubs / Of this world's business; so he might stand clear / Of judgment and the tax of idleness / In that dread audit, when his mortal hours / (Which now with soft and silent ...
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Date: 1789
"Contrive me, Artisan, a Bowl / Of Silver ample as my Soul"
preview | full record— Fawkes, Francis (1720-1777)
Date: 1790
"'Tis thus the arch deceiver, busy still / To ruin man, besets the female heart, / Insinuates evil counsel, and inflames / The hungry passions, that like arid flax / Catch at a spark, and mount into a blaze."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1790
"The passions heated, reason strives in vain; / Her empire's lost, and the distracted soul / Becomes the sport of devils, wholly bent / To turn and wind it in a world of sin."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)