Date: 1759

"Retire, my love, awhile; I'll come anon,-- / And fortify thy soul with firm resolve, / Becoming Zamti's wife."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Bid them ne'er remit / Their high heroic ardor;--let them know, / Whate'er shall fall on this old mould'ring clay, / The tyrant never shall subdue my mind."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"When a whole people's minds are once inflamed / For their religious rights, their fury burns / With rage more dreadful, as the source is holy."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Is human nature exil'd from thy breast?"

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Support our virtue:--kindle in our souls / A ray of your divine enthusiasm; / Such as inflames the patriot's breast, and lifts / Th'impassion'd mind to that sublime of virtue, / That even on the rack it feels the good, / Which in a single hour it works for millions, / And leaves the legacy to af...

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Oh! thou art ever faithful--on thy lips / Sits pensive silence, with her hallow'd finger / Guarding the pure recesses of thy mind."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Rather say / That strong imagination burns within thee."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

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

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"How my heart burns within me!"

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Mark well my words--discolour not thy soul / With the black hue of crimes like his."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)