Date: 1768
Thoughts may "unbridled dare / Forward fly in wild career; /In their most impetuous course"
preview | full record— Downman, Hugh (1740-1809)
Date: 1768
"This Winged Boy a gentle mind did bear, / As gentle as the beast [a lamb] which him up-bore, / Ne could he see th'unhappy drop a tear / But it would make his breast with pity sore, / And he himself would weep and grieve therefore."
preview | full record— Downman, Hugh (1740-1809)
Date: 1770
"These chronic Passions, while from real woes / They rise, and yet without the body's fault / Infest the soul, admit one only cure; / Diversion, hurry, and a restless life."
preview | full record— Armstrong, John (1708/9-1779)
Date: 1771, 1776
"Thus Heaven enlarged his soul in riper years. / For Nature gave him strength, and fire, to soar, / On Fancy's wing, above this vale of tears."
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)
Date: 1771, 1776
"Fancy now no more / Wantons on fickle pinion through the skies; / But, fix'd in aim, and conscious of her power, / Sublime from cause to cause exults to rise, / Creation's blended stores arranging as she flies."
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)
Date: 1772
"My Brain's disturb'd; alas! alas! I rave; / What can I do? a poor forsaken Slave! / Like Birds, that spend their little idle Rage, / And, fruitless, mourn, indignant of their Cage, / From Thought to Thought, my fluttering Spirits rove, / Betray'd to Bondage, and, ah! lost to Love."
preview | full record— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811) [Editor]
Date: 1772
Fancy may "mount the rapid Car, / And Judgement hold the Reins"
preview | full record— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)
Date: 1773
"My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke; / My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke; / With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, / And mingles with the dross of earth again."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"'Grief, like a canker-worm at heart, / 'Had ravag'd from his inmost cell;"
preview | full record— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)