Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757
"Sad fear and melancholy still divide / The empire of my breast with hope and joy."
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Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757
"If in the breasts of men one spark remains / Of sacred love, fidelity, or pity, / Some in your cause will arm."
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Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757
"'Twas I! alas! 'twas I / That fill'd her breast with fury"
preview | full record— Home, John (1722-1808)
Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757
"Sadly he says, that pity is the best, / The noblest passion of the human breast: / For when its sacred streams the heart o'erflow, / In gushes pleasure with the tide of woe; / And when its waves retire, like those of Nile, / They leave behind them such a golden soil, / That there the virtues wit...
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Date: 1757, 1777
"However we may be hurried away by the spectacle; whatever dominion the senses and imagination may usurp over the reason, there still lurks at the bottom a certain idea of falsehood in the whole of what we see"
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Date: 1759
"Not all / His lenient arts, his favours heap'd upon me, / Shall cool the burning anguish of my soul."
preview | full record— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)
Date: 1759
"And to himself unknown within his breast / Unconscious bears the gen'rous glowing flame / Of all the virtues of his royal line."
preview | full record— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)
Date: 1759
"Seek not thus / To multiply the ills that hover round you; / Nor from the stores of busy fancy add / New shafts to fortune's quiver."
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Date: 1759
"Such is the charm / Of heart-felt virtue; such is nature's force / That speaks abroad, and in rude northern hearts / Can stamp the image of an awful God."
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Date: 1759
"Fatal day! / More fatal e'en than that, which first beheld / This race accurs'd within these palace walls, / Since hope, that balm of wretched minds, is now / Irrevocably lost."
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