Date: 1789?
"If conscious Genius stamp their chosen breast, / And on the forehead show her seal impressed."
preview | full record— Bowles, William Lisle (1762-1850)
Date: 1789?
"Shorn of her beams and fetter'd by her thought, / The fallen nymph the caves of Sadness sought."
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)
Date: 1786, 1787, 1788; 1789
"Its anodyne powers [Miss George's singing] the sick'ning make cheery, / And tears off the chain from the mind of the weary."
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)
Date: 1786, 1787, 1788; 1789
"Like a snow-ball, the mind, fraught with peace in its prime, / Moves swiftly adown the steep shelvings of Time; / Accumulates filth from Society's sons, / And strengthens and hardens its coat as it runs; / Till habit on habit is negligent laid, / And the object appears motley, vile, and ill-made...
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)
Date: 1789
"Thee Queen of Shadows! [Fancy]--shall I still invoke, / Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew, / When on mine eyes the early radiance broke / Which shew'd the beauteous, rather than the true!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1789
"Far nobler prize my heart constrains, / Yielding to soft controul; / Far other beauty binds in chains / The magnet of my soul."
preview | full record— Colvill, Robert (d. 1788)
Date: 1789
"'Tis [the letter of the law] the birdlime of reason to fasten our senses."
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)
Date: 1789
"The third, / More absurd, / Than the iron-fed bird; / And whose brains lacked juice like an over-squeezed curd, / Had nothing of value to give but her--Word."
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)
Date: 1789
"Bid Syren Hope resume her long lost part, / And chase the vulture Care--that feeds upon the heart."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1789
"While in Fancy's ear / As in the evening wind thy murmurs swell, / The Enthusiast of the Lyre, who wander'd here, / Seems yet to strike his visionary shell, / Of power to call forth Pity's tenderest tear / Or wake wild frenzy--from her hideous cell!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)