Date: 1770

While emulation in each bosom glow'd; / Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refin'd, / Inflame the soul, and captivate the mind.

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)

Date: 1770

"Take HIM ye wretched for your only good; / Take HIM ye starving souls to be your food."

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)

Date: w. prior to April 1770; 1785, 1837, 1875

"When Bute his iron rod of favour shook, / And bore his haughty temper in his look; / Not yet contented with his boundless sway, / Which all perforce must outwardly obey, / He thought to throw his chain upon the mind; / Nor would he leave conjecture unconfined."

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

Date: w. prior to April 1770; 1785, 1837, 1875

"The wise look further, and the wise can see / The hands of Sawney actuating thee; / The clock-work of thy conscience turns about, / Just as his mandates wind thee in and out."

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

Date: w. prior to April 1770; 1785, 1837, 1875

"Did not thy iron conscience blush to write / This Tophet of the gentle arts polite?"

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

Date: w. prior to April 1770; 1785, 1837, 1875

"The groves of Kew, however misapplied / To serve the purposes of lust and pride, / Were, by the greater monarch's care, designed / A place of conversation for the mind; / Where solitude and silence should remain, / And conscience keep her sessions and arraign."

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

Date: w. prior to April 1770; 1785, 1837, 1875

"Not yet contented with his boundless sway, / Which all perforce must outwardly obey, / He thought to throw his chain upon the mind; / Nor would he leave conjecture unconfined."

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

Date: 1770

"Not greater wonder seiz'd th' abode / Of gloomy Dis, infernal god, / With pity when th' Orphean lyre / Did every iron heart inspire, / Sooth'd tortur'd ghosts with heavenly strains, / And respited eternal pains."

— Dalton, John (b. 1709, d. 1763)

Date: 1771

"There, 'mid her faithful vassal train, / With hearts to conquer, or to die, / Eliza sat; her beauteous mein / Eclips'd by Sorrow's tearful eye."

— Colvill, Robert (d. 1788)

Date: 1771

"Great Nature! workmanship divine, / What human thought can trace thy line!"

— Colvill, Robert (d. 1788)