Date: 1777
"Is there no Senator, whose soul disdains / To bear about his mind the golden chains / Of base Corruption?"
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1777
In "the dark maeanders" of Vice's "foul abode ... busy Spirits forge, with curious art,/ The triple plates of brass, to guard the heart / From Reason's bold assault"
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1777
In Vice's "foul abode ... hellish ministers with fatal care / From baneful drugs the potent juice prepare; / Whose dead'ning posset dulls the mental sense
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1778
" In thee, by art, the demon stands confest, / But nature on thy soul has stamped the god."
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)
Date: 1778
"To melancholy thoughts awakes the soul, / And lulls the mind to contemplation's dream"
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)
Date: 1781
"But now, farewell, ye flow'ry Cells, / Where bright Imagination dwells, / Round whom in Circles ever gay / The young Ideas love to play"
preview | full record— Keate, George (1729-1797)
Date: 1781
"Oh, I begin to take you--your days--the rusticated remains of a ruined Temple Critic--a smatterer of high life from the scenes of Cibber, which remain upon his imagination, as they do upon the stage, forty years after the real characters are lost"
preview | full record— Burgoyne, John (1722-1792)
Date: 1781
"But as a Bow that's always bent / Hath soon its force elastic spent; / So, lest the over-burthen'd brain / (Which can't too great a weight sustain) / Should not so much rich food digest, / 'Tis sometimes good to give it rest."
preview | full record— Keate, George (1729-1797)
Date: 1781
"My head and ears confus'd, I find / One cannot here relax the Mind, / In vain she strives to slip her chains, / Law, Law, through all these regions reigns; / So back to Chambers I return, / More Patience, and more Law, to learn."
preview | full record— Keate, George (1729-1797)
Date: 1784
"But, for the furniture within, / Whether it be of brains, or lead, / What matters it, so there's a head?"
preview | full record— Jago, Richard (1715-1781)