Date: 1760
"O happy stroke, that bursts the bonds of clay, / Darts through the rending gloom the blaze of day, / And wings the soul with boundless flight to soar, / Where dangers threat, and fears alarm no more."
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)
Date: 1760
"My heart is steel, / I weep not, nor complain."
preview | full record— Home, John (1722-1808)
Date: 1760-7
"Honours, like impressions upon coin, may give an ideal and local value to a bit of base metal; but Gold and Silver will pass all the world over without any other recommendation than their own weight."
preview | full record— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)
Date: 1760-7
"There was the great king Aldrovandus, and Bosphorus, and Capadocius, and Dardanus, and Pontus, and Asius,--to say nothing of the iron-hearted Charles the XIIth, whom the Countess of K***** herself could make nothing of"
preview | full record— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)
Date: 1761
"You, the miser's haunt be near; / Break his rest with causeless fear, / Creak his doors, his windows shake, / 'Till his iron heart shall quake."
preview | full record— Hawkesworth, John (bap. 1720, d. 1773)
Date: 1761
Faulkland has "steeled my husband's heart against me, heaped infamy on my head, and loaded my mother's age with sorrow and remorse"
preview | full record— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)
Date: 1761
"If the unfortunate Mr. Arnold sees his error, can you be so unchristian as to endeavour at steeling his wife's heart against him?"
preview | full record— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)
Date: 1761
"Ye Pow'rs above my Breast with courage steel, / That when the Hour arrives, I may not feel / A Mother's weakness melting this sad Heart"
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: 1761
"But now Adversity's refining fire / Melts down the base alloy of earthly passions, / And purifies the temper of the heart."
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)
Date: 1761
"Soon as the guilty passion is allay'd, / The green and morbid colour of our souls / Is chang'd to virgin white; a gentle breeze / Of pity springs within us."
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)