Date: 1797
"Grief, the most fatal of the heart's diseases, / Soon teaches, who it fastens on, to die."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1797
"Fear thee, O Death!--Or hug the chains that bind / To joyless, cheerless life, her sick, reluctant mind?"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: July, 1797
"Thro' rural scenes she still conducts her boy, / From factious folly and tumultuous strife; / In fancy's mirror bids her bard enjoy, / The simple blessings of a cottage life."
preview | full record— Orestes [Pseud.]
Date: February 19, 1798
"Whether material substance unrefined, / Owns the strong impulse of instinctive mind, / Which to one centre points diverging lines, / Confounds, refracts, invig'rates, and combines?"
preview | full record— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)
Date: 1798
"Law and Reason's Empire to the skies" may "On the firm base of British freedom rise"
preview | full record— Pye, Henry James (1745-1813)
Date: 1798
"For scenes that frequent views of death impart, / Nerve the bold arm, and steel the manly heart"
preview | full record— Pye, Henry James (1745-1813)
Date: 1798
"Methinks, its [a fluttering "film"] motion in this hush of nature / Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, / Making it a companionable form, / Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit / By its own moods interprets, every where / Echo or mirror seeking of itself, / And makes a toy of Thou...
preview | full record— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)
Date: 1798
"So, mighty Burke! in thy sepulchral urn, / To fancy's view, the lamp of Truth shall burn"
preview | full record— Canning, George (1770-1827)
Date: w. 1789, 1798, 1800
"Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so; / Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, / 'Till all our minds for ever flow, / As thy deep waters now are flowing"
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)
Date: February, 1798
"And what (I said) tho' blasphemy's loud scream / With that sweet music of deliv'rance strove; / Tho' all the fierce and drunken passions wove / A dance more wild than ever maniac's dream; / Ye storms, that round the dawning east assembled, / The sun was rising, tho' ye hid his light!"
preview | full record— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)