Date: 1788
"[A guardian] claps a pen in my hand, and ties me like a seal to his ugly parchment, while my heart can receive no impression, but the idea of my beloved Aircourt"
preview | full record— O'Keeffe, John (1747-1833)
Date: 1788
"His verse as elegant; unspotted lines / Flow from a mind unspotted as themselves."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1788
"Shall I trust the thoughts that rise / And struggle in my panting breast, / Tinted with a thousand dyes, / Image quick on image prest"
preview | full record— Whalley, Thomas Sedgwick (1746-1828)
Date: 1788
"See the fond links of feeling nature broke! / The fibres twisting round a parent's heart, / Torn from their grasp, and bleeding as they part."
preview | full record— More, Hannah (1745-1833)
Date: 1788
"The outrag'd Goddess with abhorrent eyes / Sees MAN the traffic, SOULS the merchandize!"
preview | full record— More, Hannah (1745-1833)
Date: 1788
"Mary could not help thinking that in his company her mind expanded, as he always went below the surface. She increased her stock of ideas, and her taste was improved."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1788
"Her mind was unhinged, and passion unperceived filled her whole soul."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1788
"Her moistened eyes were lifted up to heaven; a crowd of thoughts darted into her mind, and pressing her hand against her forehead, as if to bear the intellectual weight, she tried, but tried in vain, to arrange them."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1788
"It is true, I have experienced the most rapturous emotions--short-lived delight!--ethereal beam, which only serves to shew my present misery--yet lie still, my throbbing heart, or burst; and my brain--why dost thou whirl about at such a terrifying rate?why do thoughts so rapidly rush into my min...
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1788
"He had been the slave of beauty, the captive of sense; love he ne'er had felt; the mind never rivetted the chain, nor had the purity of it made the body appear lovely in his eyes."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)