Date: 1789, 1797
"Ah, say, deluded Maid, / Would you, whose mind is pure as winter's snow, / Assort with one distain'd by foulest guilt, / Whose nightly rest the murther'd sprites would break."
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Date: 1789, 1797
"Each motive base it [the soul] nobly spurns, / And bright with purest passion burns."
preview | full record— Berkeley, George Monck (1763-1793)
Date: 1789, 1797
"Still in this breast shall dearest Emma reign, / Nor e'er my will your virgin choice shall sway."
preview | full record— Berkeley, George Monck (1763-1793)
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?"
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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)