Date: 1763
"With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, / Preys on herself, and is destroy'd by thought"
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1763
"My heart was lighter than a fly, / Like any bird I sung, / Till he pretended love, and I, / Believed his flattering tongue."
preview | full record— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)
Date: 1763-4
A sudden slumber gently seal'd my eyes, / And wrapt my wearied limbs in soft repose; / Excursive Fancy wing'd her agile flight / Thro' the aerial mansions of the world; / Instant appear'd, portray'd upon my mind, / The fair Urania, clad in candid robe; / And bright around
preview | full record— Mr. P--y (fl. 1763)
Date: 1763
"If you now refuse, you have the heart of a tygress, and delight in the misery of others."
preview | full record— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)
Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765
"Or, greatly daring in his Country's cause, / Whose heaven-taught soul the aweful plan design'd, / Whence Power stood trembling at the voice of Laws, / Whence soar'd on Freedom's wing th'ethereal mind."
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)
Date: 1765
"As when the greedy fowler's snare / The birds by providence elude, / Our souls are rescu'd from despair, / And their free flight renew'd."
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765, 1770
"When health and vigour swell'd my youthful veins, / Lust drew my carriage, Folly held the reins."
preview | full record— Thompson, Edward (1738-1786)
Date: 1765
"Where is the heart, to grateful feelings sear'd, / The breast, against each soft sensation steel'd, / Hard as the tyger's, in wild deserts rear'd"
preview | full record— Stevenson, William (1730-1783)