Date: 1788-89
"At first, indeed, before she is excited by science, she is oppressed with lethargy, and clouded with oblivion; but in proportion as learning and enquiry stimulate her dormant powers, she wakens from the dreams of ignorance, and opens her eye to the irradiations of wisdom"
preview | full record— Taylor, Thomas (1758-1835)
Date: 1788-89
"But on the system of Plato, they differ as much as delusions and reality; for here the vital, permanent, and lucid nature of ideas is the fountain of science; and the inert, unstable, and obscure nature of sensible objects, the source of sensation."
preview | full record— Taylor, Thomas (1758-1835)
Date: 1788-89
"The former [Platonic philosophy] fills the soul with intelligible light, breaks her lethargic fetters, and elevates her to the principle of things; the latter [Lockean philosophy] clouds the intellectual eye of the soul, by increasing her oblivion, strengthens her corporeal bands, and hurries he...
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Date: 1788
"When Passion's tides thro' mans' strong art'ries roar, / His heart resists them like a flinty shore; / But our frail frames, like mould'ring banks, give way."
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)
Date: 1788
"Our mind's unhelm'd, our attributes decay--"
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)
Date: 1788
"My heart throbs high, as if 'twould burst its cell."
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)
Date: 1789
"A passion like mine, makes the heart rebellious--it will love on--it will hope, in spite of the rules cold reason dictates"
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1789
"How far am I raised above a girl educated among antelopes; a girl, whose heart must ever be a stranger to love!"
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)
Date: 1789
"Here lies her bracelet of flowers, exquisitely perfumed by the root of síura which had been spread on her bosom: it has fallen from her delicate wrist, and is become a new chain for my heart."
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)