Date: w. 1769, 1784
"Happy (if Mortals can be) is the Man, / Who, not by Priest but Reason, rules his span:"
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Date: 1784
Cupid is "Ever gaining conquered hearts" by using Miss Hoyland's beauty as a bow
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Date: 1785
"Games played with the ball, and others of that nature, are too violent for the body, and stamp no character on the mind."
preview | full record— Jefferson, Thomas (1743-1826)
Date: 1787
"Architecture being one of the fine arts, and as such within the department of a professor of the college, according to the new arrangement, perhaps a spark may fall on some young subjects of natural taste, kindle up their genius, and produce a reformation in this elegant and useful art."
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Date: 1787
"They [the Indians] will crayon out an animal, a plant, or a country, so as to prove the existence of a germ in their minds which only wants cultivation."
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Date: 1787
"But his imagination [Ignatius Sancho's] is wild and extravagant, escapes incessantly from every restraint of reason and taste, and, in the course of its vagaries, leaves a tract of thought as incoherent and eccentric, as is the course of a meteor through the sky."
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Date: 1787
"This will in some measure stop the increase of this great political and moral evil, while the minds of our citizens may be ripening for a complete emancipation of human nature."
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Date: 1789
"Deceiving gold was once my only toy, / With it my soul within the coffer lay"
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Date: 1790
"[P]ains and diseases of the mind are only cured by Forgetfulness;--Reason but skins the wound, which is perpetually liable to fester again"
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Date: 1790
"The dreadful tales of robbers' bloody deeds, / That oft had swell'd his theme while nightly stretch'd / Now crowded on his mind in all their rage / Of pistols, purses, stand! deliver! death!"
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