Date: 1782
The mind may slumber sweetly in vice's snares, her "polish'd neck" bent beneath tyranny's "usurp'd command"
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)
Date: 1782
"His passions tamed and all at his control, / How perfect the composure of his soul!"
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)
Date: 1782
"Peace of mind" is a delightful guest that may make its "downy nest" in a "sad heart"
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)
Date: 1782
"For conscience like a fiery horse, / Will stumble if you check his course; / But ride him with an easy rein, / And rub him down with worldly gain, / He'll carry you through thick and thin, / Safe, although dirty, to your Inn."
preview | full record— Sancho, Charles Ignatius (1729-1780)
Date: 1782
"Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire;--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her continued in her full senses to the last."
preview | full record— Sancho, Charles Ignatius (1729-1780)
Date: 1782
"I chewed the cud of sweet remembrance, and with a heart and mind in pretty easy plight, gained the castle of peace and innocence about nine o'clock."
preview | full record— Sancho, Charles Ignatius (1729-1780)
Date: 1783
"But as his imagination was strong and rich, rather than delicate and correct, he sometimes gives it too loose reins."
preview | full record— Blair, Hugh (1718-1800)
Date: April, 1783
"Or it may be thus: his ideas hide themselves like birds in gloomy weather; but in warm sunshine they spring forth gay and airy."
preview | full record— Boswell, James (1740-1795)
Date: April, 1783
"Let an Hypochondriack then have his park well stocked. Let him get as many agreeable ideas into his mind as he can; and though there may in wintery days seem: a total vacancy, yet when summer glows benignant, and the time of singing of birds is come, he will be delighted with gay colours and enc...
preview | full record— Boswell, James (1740-1795)
Date: 1783
"Besides, when the senses have nothing to employ them, the mind is left (if I may so speak) a prey to its own thoughts; the Imagination becomes unmanageable; the nerves lose their wonted vigour"
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)