Date: 1773
"His Wounds are healing, and His Griefs give Ease; / He, like a true Physician of the Soul, / Applies the Med'cine that may make it whole."
preview | full record— Byrom, John (1692-1763)
Date: 1773
"Oh! my heart sinks, my dying eyes o'erflow, / When mem'ry paints the picture of their woe!"
preview | full record— Day, Thomas (1748-1789)
Date: 1773
"Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies, / Till some lov'd objects strikes her wand'ring eyes, / Whose silken fetters all the senses bind, / And soft captivity involves the mind."
preview | full record— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)
Date: 1773
"Soaring though air to find the bright abode, / Th' empyreal palace of the thund'ring God, / We on thy pinions can surpass the wind, / And leave the rolling universe behind; / From star to star the mental optics rove, / Measure the skies, and range the realms above."
preview | full record— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)
Date: 1773
"Such is thy pow'r, nor are thine orders vain, / O thou the leader of the mental train."
preview | full record— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)
Date: 1773
"In full perfection all thy works are wrought, / And thine the sceptre o'er the realms of thought."
preview | full record— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)
Date: 1773
"Before thy throne the subject-passions bow, / Of subject-passions sov'reign ruler Thou, / At thy command joy rushes on the heart, / And through the glowing veins the spirits dart."
preview | full record— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)
Date: 1773
"Fancy might now her silken pinions try / To rise from earth, and sweep th' expanse on high"
preview | full record— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)
Date: 1773
"Winter austere forbids me to aspire, / And northern tempests damp the rising fire; / They chill the tides of Fancy's flowing sea, / Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay."
preview | full record— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)
Date: 1773
"Strong Passions draw, like Horses that are strong, / The Body-Coach of Flesh and Blood along; / While subtle Reason, with each Rein in Hand, / Sits on the Box, and has them at Command; / Rais'd up aloft, to see and to be seen, / Judges the Track, and guides the gay Machine."
preview | full record— Byrom, John (1692-1763)