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Date: 1738
"The studious Eye, that runs [William's] Labours o'er, / Shall print his Image on the grateful Mind"
preview | full record— Boyse, Samuel (1708-1749)
Date: 1738
"The Grecian Prince the Love of Virtue taught: / With Fortitude and Patience steel'd his Breast."
preview | full record— Boyse, Samuel (1708-1749)
Date: 1746, 1793
Happiness may "Dart thro' my soul one chearful ray"
preview | full record— Blacklock, Thomas (1721-1791)
Date: 1755, 1771
"In every human breast there lives enshrined / Some atom pregnant with the' etherial mind; / Some plastic power, some intellectual ray, / Some genial sunbeam from the source of day; / Something that, warm and restless to aspire, / Works the young heart, and sets the soul on fire, / And bids us al...
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)
Date: 1755, 1771
"Were it not so, the soul, all dead and lost, / Like the tall cliff beneath the' impassive frost, / Form'd for no end, and impotent to please, / Would lie inactive on the couch of ease: / And, heedless of proud fame's immortal lay, / Sleep all her dull divinity away."
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)
Date: 1755, 1771
"And yet, let but a zephyr's breath begin/ To stir the latent excellence within-- / Waked in that moment's elemental strife, / Impassion'd genius feels the breath of life; / The' expanding heart delights to leap and glow, / The pulse to kindle, and the tear to flow."
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)
Date: 1755, 1771
"Strong and more strong the light celestial shines, / Each thought ennobles, and each sense refines, / Till all the soul, full opening to the flame, / Exalts to virtue what she felt for fame."
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)
Date: 1755, 1771
"The passions then all human virtue give, / Fill up the soul, and lend her strength to live."
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)
Date: 1755, 1771
"The' etherial soul that Heaven itself inspires / With all its virtues, and with all its fires, / Led by these sirens to some wild extreme, / Sets in a vapour when it ought to beam; / Like a Dutch sun that in the' autumnal sky / Looks through a fog, and rises but to die."
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)
