Date: 1798
"Some people imagine, that the memory resembles a storehouse, in which we should early lay up facts; and they assert, that, however useless these may appear at the time when they are layed up, they will afterwards be ready for service at our summons."
preview | full record— Edgeworth, Maria
Date: 1798
Habits of eight or nine years standing cannot be instantaneously, perhaps can never be radically destroyed; they will mix themselves imperceptibly with the new ideas which are planted in their minds, and though these may strike the eye by the rapidity of their growth, the others, which have taken...
preview | full record— Edgeworth, Maria
Date: 1798
"In making observations upon subjects which are new to us, we must be content to use our memory unassisted at first by our reason; we must treasure up the ore and rubbish together, because we cannot immediately distinguish them from each other."
preview | full record— Edgeworth, Maria
Date: 1798
"When cards are dealt to us, we can sort our hand according to the known probabilities of the game, and a new arrangement is easily made when we hear what is trumps."
preview | full record— Edgeworth, Maria
Date: 1798
"Admitting the justice of these assertions, we see that memory to great men is but a subordinate servant, a treasurer who receives, and is expected to keep faithfully whatever is committed to his care; and not only to preserve faithfully all deposits, but to produce them at the moment they are wa...
preview | full record— Edgeworth, Maria
Date: 1798
"My mother I have never seen--never by affection's ties has she chained my soul to her's!"
preview | full record— Plumptre, Anne (1760-1818); Kotzebue (1761-1819)
Date: 1798
"Up, break thy fetters! Burst thy prison! My soul is free! My essence knows no chains."
preview | full record— Render, William (fl. 1790-1801); August Friedrich Ferdinand von Kotzebue (1761-1819)
Date: 1798
"No neighbour mind serves as a mirror to reflect the generous confidence he felt within himself; and perhaps the man never yet existed, who could maintain his enthusiasm to its full vigour, in the midst of this kind of solitariness."
preview | full record— Godwin, William (1756-1836)
Date: February, 1798
"And what (I said) tho' blasphemy's loud scream / With that sweet music of deliv'rance strove; / Tho' all the fierce and drunken passions wove / A dance more wild than ever maniac's dream; / Ye storms, that round the dawning east assembled, / The sun was rising, tho' ye hid his light!"
preview | full record— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)
Date: August 6, 1798
"From such dire views my muse recoils, / Even my vital blood grows cold; / While nature's most stupendous works / Thro fancy's mirror I behold."
preview | full record— Hoare, William (fl. 1798)