Date: 1807-8
"Let them approach: / Myriads of slaves like these appal not me, / Who in my people's hearts have built my throne, / Strong as their courage, stedfast as their truth."
preview | full record— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)
Date: 1807-8
"Thus with the show of reason, but with hearts, / By faction tainted, and by envy steel'd / Against their youthful leader, they had hop'd / By these inglorious councils to degrade / And tarnish his high fame."
preview | full record— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)
Date: 1807-8
"Since, then, th' Eternal Pow'r has stamp'd each mind, / Pure and congenial, in one common mould"
preview | full record— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)
Date: 1807-8
"Oh! had [Heaven] stamp'd upon the human mind / The mild forbearance, and the love unfeign'd"
preview | full record— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)
Date: 1807-8
"[T]hrough the cells / And channels of his phrensy-stricken brain / Rage and confusion rush'd; the solemn peal / Broke on his ear like his salvation's knell, / Whilst his vext conscience struggled, but too late, / To rend th' insatiate demon from his heart"
preview | full record— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)
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"
preview | full record— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)
Date: 1807, 1810
Genius may give an actor "despotic empire o'er the heart"
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)
Date: 1807, 1810
"Passions that now are but illusive deem'd, / Then shall their empire in thy heart attain"
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)
Date: 1807
"For oft when on my couch I lie / In vacant or in pensive mood, / They [the daffodils] flash upon that inward eye / which is the bliss of solitude."
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)
Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893
"Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain / And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)