Date: 1789, 1800
"Human Nature's his show-box--your friend, would you know him? / Pull the string, Ruling Passion--the picture will show him."
preview | full record— Burns, Robert (1759-1796)
Date: 1789, 1800
"Some sort all our qualities each to its tribe, / And think Human Nature they truly describe"
preview | full record— Burns, Robert (1759-1796)
Date: 1789
"Alas! these joys are mine in dreams alone, / When cruel Reason abdicates her throne!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: w. 1789, 1804
"Heav'n's pure Word would prompt Affection win, / And purge the Soul from all polluting Sin; / Till, like a faithful mirror Man would shine, / By Wisdom polish'd, and by Grace, divine."
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: w. 1789, 1804
"Can Mammon's votaries vainly hope to bind, / In shining shackles, his immortal Mind?"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: w. 1789, 1804
"While Vanity unveils her whiffling flags, / Her glittering trinkets, and her tawdry rags-- / Spreads spangled nets, and fills her philter'd bowl, / To fix each Sense, and fascinate the Soul-- / Her birdlime twigs contrived with such sly Art, / That while they tangle thoughts, they trap the heart...
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1789, 1792
"The tops of these scarce veil'd the roots of those; / A winding court where wandering fancy walk'd / And to herself responsive Echo talk'd."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1789
"A different store his richer freight imparts-- / The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts; / The social sense, the feelings of mankind, / And the large treasure of a godlike mind!"
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1790
"In the deep caverns of Despair ye lay: / She, iron-hearted mother, never pressed / Your wasted forms with transport to her breast."
preview | full record— Bowles, William Lisle (1762-1850)
Date: 1790
"The dreadful tales of robbers' bloody deeds, / That oft had swell'd his theme while nightly stretch'd / Now crowded on his mind in all their rage / Of pistols, purses, stand! deliver! death!"
preview | full record— Wilson, Alexander (1766-1813)