Date: 1773
"Seiz'd in thought / On fancy's wild and roving wing I sail, / From the green borders of the peopled earth, / And the pale moon, her duteous fair attendant; / From solitary Mars; from the vast orb / Of Jupiter, whose huge gigantic bulk / Dances in ether like the lightest leaf; / To the dim verge,...
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"But now my soul unus'd to stretch her powers / In flight so daring, drops her weary wing, / And seeks again the known accustom'd spot, / Drest up with sun, and shade, and lawns, and streams, / A mansion fair and spacious for its guest, / And full replete with wonders."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"Smooth like her verse her passions learned to move, / And her whole soul was harmony and love."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1774
"From sense abstracted, some, with arduous flight, / Explore the realms of intellectual light."
preview | full record— Scott, Mary [later Taylor] (1751/2-1793)
Date: 1775
"What fancied zone can circumscribe the Soul, / Who, conscious of the source from whence she springs, / By Reason's light on Resolution's wings, / Spite of her frail / companion, dauntless goes / O'er Libya's deserts and through Zembla's snows? "
preview | full record— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)
Date: 1775
"With thee among the haunted groves / The lovely sorc'ress Fancy roves, / O let me find her here!"
preview | full record— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)
Date: 1776
"Oft let remembrance sooth his mind / With dreams of former days, / When in the lap of Peace reclined / He framed his infant lays; / When Fancy roved at large, nor Care / Nor cold Distrust alarm'd, / Nor Envy with malignant glare / His simple youth had harm'd."
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)
Date: 1777, 1810
"Then in his bosom bright ideas teem; / Each tender, each exalted theme."
preview | full record— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)
Date: 1777
"At present in my brain there floats / A thousand parti-colored motes; / From which, if time would but permit, / I might sift some sparks of wit."
preview | full record— Savage, Mary (fl. 1763-1777)
Date: January 1, 1779
"There [to Heaven's Regions] when the soul, in search of purer day, / Loos'd from mortality's impris'ning clay / Shall swifter than the forked lightning dart."
preview | full record— Anstey, Christopher (1724-1805)