Date: 1755

"Thy Words have shot like Lightning through my Frame; / And all my Soul's on Fire!"

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

Date: 1755

"Hence--to thy Chamber, till returning Reason / Hath calm'd this Tempest."

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

Date: 1756

"What a rough war contending Passion keeps! / Now the storm's up; now, hah! by Heav'n he weeps."

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757

"Clouds, all the while have hung upon thy brow, / Nor broke, nor parted by one gleam of joy."

— Home, John (1722-1808)

Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757

"Darkly a project peers upon my mind, / Like the red moon when rising in the east, / Cross'd and divided by strange-colour'd clouds."

— Home, John (1722-1808)

Date: 1759

"Vengeance!-- / That word has shot its light'ning thro' my soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"He smiles contempt; as if some inward joy, / Like the sun lab'ring in a night of clouds, / Shot forth its glad'ning unresisted beams, / Chearing the face of woe."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1761

"My Soul is tost / Upon a sea of blood, whose stormy channel / My lab'ring bark must pass, e're it can reach / That land of Peace, to which its Hopes are bound."

— 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."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"The storm is past; / Sorrows as deep, tho' calmer, now succeed; / My soul shuts out each soft and joyful sense, / Ev'n Love itself, to entertain thy wrongs."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)