Date: 1793
"For what is sleep, but temporary death; / Sealing up all the windows of the soul, / And binding ev'ry thought in torpid chains?"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1793, 1806
"'Twas Instinct rushing thro' her beating breast! / Instinct, the lamp divine that lights the soul"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1793, 1806
"The noblest passions, and the living pow'rs / Of intellectual light, the soul's pure lamp, / All, all extinguish'd! "
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: w. c. 1793? [in MS]
"Love to faults is always blind / Always is to joy inclind / Lawless wingd & unconfind / And breaks all chains from every mind."
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: w. c. 1793? [in MS]
"Deceit to secresy confind / Lawful cautious & refind / To every thing but interest blind / And forges fetters for the mind."
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: 1793
"But, most of all, [the mind is subject] to that lov'd voice, whose thrill, / Rushing impetuous through each throbbing vein, / Dilates the wond'ring mind, and frees its pow'rs / From the cold chains of icy apathy / To all the vast extremes of bliss and pain!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1793
"Exulting Reason from her bondage springs, / Claims Heav'n's wide range, and spreads her eagle wings; / While Superstition, lodg'd with bats and owls, / With Horror, and the hopeless maniac, howls."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1793
"Perish the masses for a burning soul, / That never yet extinguish'd half a coal!"
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1793
"But wicked man! what does he, carnal wretch, / With all his horse-like passions on full stretch?"
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: w. 1776, 1793
"His pocket and his skull are brothers, / They thrive by borrowing from others; / I thank my stars, with heart sincere, / I was not born to be a Peer."
preview | full record— Burrell [née Raymond, later Clay], Sophia, Lady Burrell (1750-1802)