Date: 1803
"What though Astrea decks my soul in gold, / My mortal lumber trembles with the cold;"
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)
Date: 1803
"Sermons, though flowing from the sacred lawn, / Are flimsy wires from reason's ingot drawn."
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)
Date: 1817
"Not until my dream became / Like a child's legend on the tideless sand. / Which the first foam erases half, and half / Leaves legible"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1842
"For a shrewd intellect, the best employ / Is to detect a soul of base alloy;"
preview | full record— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)
Date: 1842
None "can I find / No sterling unadulterated mind; / None that abides the crucible like mine"
preview | full record— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)