Date: 1780

"Our hearts more free from Faction's Weeds we feel, / But they have loft the Flower of Patriot Zeal"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780

"But O! how rare benignant Virtue springs / In the blank bosom of despotic kings!"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780

"Thy simple diction, free from glaring art, / With sweet allurement steals upon the heart; / Pure as the rill, that Nature's hand refines, / A cloudless mirror of thy soul it shines"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780

"Shall vanity enslave this freeborn mind, / And chains of sense my nobler passions bind?"

— Steele, Anne (1717-1778)

Date: 1780

"In vain my fetter'd thoughts attempt to fly / And weakly fluttering mean the distant sky!"

— Steele, Anne (1717-1778)

Date: 1780

"Behold the frantick passion how it burns, / Like a wild beast breaks every tie, / Laughs at the Priest; the Legislator spurns, / And gives both heaven and earth the lye!"

— Stevenson, John Hall (1717-1785)

Date: 1780

"I call not you!--for, oh, your callous bosoms / Fell Dissipation steels, and robs your minds / Of the sweet energies bestow'd by Heaven."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Ten thousand terrors now besieg'd her soul; / Ten thousand nothings, which her fancy drest / In colour, substance, circumstance, and form."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Inspir'd thus by the Priest's heroic charge, / seem'd to press to be the earliest victim; / Their souls on fire, were eager to depart / The earthly sphere, and seise on their immortal crowns."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"This duty paid, a dawn, like that of peace, / By soft degrees illum'd the mourner's mind."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)