Date: 1772, 1810
"He spoke: a sudden cloud his senses stole, / And thickening darkness swam o'er all his soul"
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Date: 1772, 1810
"His vital spark her earthly cell forsook, / And into air her fleeting progress took."
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)
Date: 1772, 1810
"'I saw thee near the murmuring fountain lie; / 'Mark'd the rough storm that gather'd in thy breast, / 'And knew what care thy joyless soul opprest."
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)
Date: 1772, 1810
"'So vain his wishes, and so weak his mind, / 'His soul, a bright obscurity at best, / 'And rough with tempests his afflicted breast, / 'His life, a flower ere evening sure to fade, / 'His highest joys, the shadow of a shade."
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)
Date: 1764, 1773
"Such is my theme, which means to prove, / That tho' we drink, or game, or love, / As that or this is most in fashion, / Precedence is our ruling passion."
preview | full record— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)
Date: 1774
"Her soul, refin'd from passion's base alloy, / Seem'd wrapt in visions of seraphic joy."
preview | full record— Roberts, William Hayward (d. 1791)
Date: 1777
"My father was far from being so once; but misfortune has now given his mind a tincture of sadness."
preview | full record— Mackenzie, Henry (1745-1831)
Date: 1777
"Though I meant a description, I have scrawled through most of my paper without beginning one. I have made but some slight sketches of his mind; of his person I have said nothing, which, from a woman to a woman, should have been mentioned the soonest."
preview | full record— Mackenzie, Henry (1745-1831)
Date: 1777
"I mention not the graces of her form; yet they are such as would attract the admiration of those, by whom the beauties of her mind might not be understood. In one as well as the other, there is a remarkable conjunction of tenderness with dignity; but her beauty is of that sort, on which we cann...
preview | full record— Mackenzie, Henry (1745-1831)
Date: 1777
"The consciousness of what I mean by this letter to reveal, hangs like guilt upon my mind; therefore it is that I have so long delayed writing."
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