Date: 1762

"My soul, that never melted before; it was like the steel of my sword"

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"A troubled joy rose on her mind, like the red path of lightning on a stormy cloud!'

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"'Rest thou,' I said, 'behind my shield; rest in peace, thou beam of light! the gloomy chief of Sora will fly, if Fingal's arm is like his soul."

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"The soul of Nathos was sad, like the sun in the day of mist, when his face is watry and dim."

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"He beholds him with bursting joy; and turns, amid his crowded soul"

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"Yet, when by Fancy’s Influence unconfin’d, / Does Wisdom give my throbbing Bosom Laws? / Do calmer Thoughts compose my ruffled Mind?"

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: w. 1739, 1762

"Come Melancholy! silent Pow'r, / Companion of my lonely Hour, / To sober thought confin'd: / Thou sweetly-sad ideal Guest, / In all thy soothing Charms confest, / Indulge my pensive Mind."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: w. 1739, 1762

"Ye pale Inhabitants of Night, / Before my intellectual Sight / In solemn Pomp ascend."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: w. 1739, 1762

"Ye faithless Idols of our Sense, / Here own how vain your fond Pretence, / Ye empty Names of Joy!"

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: w. 1739, 1762

Melancholy's "transient Forms like Shadows pass, / Frail Offspring of the magic Glass, / Before the mental Eye."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)