Date: 1713, 1729
Bacchus may calm a stormy soul and "place ... Reason in its Throne again"
preview | full record— Carey, Henry (1687-1743)
Date: 1730
"Tho' his capacious Head, the sacred Ark! / Where a whole World of Science does imbark, / Has steer'd and labour'd all it can, / As Reason fill'd the Sail, / Yet what does all this fruitless search avail?"
preview | full record— Woodward, George (b. 1708?)
Date: 1732
"Thoughts dash on Thoughts, as Waves on Waves increase, / And Storms, of his own raising, wreck his Peace."
preview | full record— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)
Date: 1749
"His clouded Soul now darts no dazling Ray, / And faintly warms the animated Clay: / Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave, / As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:"
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1762
"Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd, / And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas, / By his unerring guidance safely led, / Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1762
"Pure from th' eternal Source of Being came / That Ray divine that lights the human Frame: / Yet oft, forgetful of it's heavenly Birth, / It sinks obscur'd beneath the Weight of the Earth: / Mechanic Pow'rs retard it's Flight, and hence / The Storms of Passion, and the Clouds of Sense: / 'Tis Lif...
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1766
Melancholy may "cloud the sunshine of my chearful breast"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1766
"Her tuneful tongue with eloquence and ease, / The golden merchandize of thought conveys; / Brisk fancy wafts it with her sprightly gales, / While judgment ballasts all the swelling sails."
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1785
"The effort rude to quench the cheering flame / Was mine, and e'en on Stella could I gaze / With sullen envy, and admiring pride, / Till, doubly roused by Montagu, the pair / Conspire to clear my dull, imprisoned sense, / And chase the mists which dimmed my visual beam."
preview | full record— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)
Date: 1785
"Oft as I trod my native wilds alone, / Strong gusts of thought would rise, but rise to die; / The portals of the swelling soul ne'er oped / By liberal converse, rude ideas strove / Awhile for vent, but found it not, and died."
preview | full record— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)