Date: 1780

"I call not you!--for, oh, your callous bosoms / Fell Dissipation steels, and robs your minds / Of the sweet energies bestow'd by Heaven."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Ten thousand terrors now besieg'd her soul; / Ten thousand nothings, which her fancy drest / In colour, substance, circumstance, and form."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Inspir'd thus by the Priest's heroic charge, / seem'd to press to be the earliest victim; / Their souls on fire, were eager to depart / The earthly sphere, and seise on their immortal crowns."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"This duty paid, a dawn, like that of peace, / By soft degrees illum'd the mourner's mind."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Forgive the frenzy of a heart unsteel'd / By disappointment's shocks."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Oh, spare me then the horror of a sight / My fiery brain splits but to think on!"

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"The heart which burns and wastes with hopeless ardors!"

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"If my eventful tale / Hath touch'd the chords of pity in your heart, / And swell'd the sympathetic tear--soft tribute! / By gentle minds, to sorrow ever paid, / --Know, 'tis no stranger's woes I have related; / I am the object of my own sad story."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Through the night's still air / The sound of human voices, and the clank / Of iron hoofs, reveal'd a scene at once, / That almost shook his soul from her frail tenement."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"In prayer she was employ'd; which instant taught me / That piety must be the bait to snare her, / --So won her confidence, and read her heart."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)