Date: 1807-8

"So minds debas'd can torture gen'rous acts: / And thus, by terrors haunted, hunger-pinch'd, / Hag-ridden by the demon at their hearts, / Suspicious, tost from thought to thought, they watch'd / The lagging hours of night"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1807-8

"Much it behoves us to compute the strength / Of him, whose ruin we would work, of him, / Who vaunts himself the legate of Jehovah, / And by that title keeps our souls in thrall / And bondage worse than what our limbs endur'd / Under the yoke of Pharaoh."

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1808

A woman may stretch "her blameless empire o'er the heart."

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"She'd touch the callous mind, unus'd to feel, / With savage virtue, and the lawless zeal"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"Secure, his adamantine heart / In learning's musty cell / Repell'd poor Cupid's powerful dart, / And slighted every belle"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"In panoply of lead and brass / Their cautious hearts unfold, / Which beauty cannot pierce, alas! / Unless with darts of gold!"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"The soft harp's many-sounding strings, / Wak'd by the blushing maid, / Could melt the iron hearts of kings, / And beauty's influence aid"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"Yet our souls are so crusted with housewifely moss, / That Fancy's bright furnace yields nothing but dross:"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"No gossip in my faithful heart / Shall ever occupy her room"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"Yet adamantine souls, and iron forms, / Hard brac'd by toil, and nurst among the storms, / Whom pleasure ne'er could melt, or terror freeze, / Can trace undaunted even such scenes as these"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)