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: 1777
"Not like a cloyster'd drone, to read and doze, / In undeserving, undeserv'd repose; / But reason's influence to diffuse; to clear / The enlighten'd world of every gloomy fear; / Dispel the mists of error, and unbind / Those pedant chains that clog the freeborn mind."
preview | full record— Lyttleton, George, 1st Baron Lyttleton (1709-1773)
Date: 1767, 1778
"To human frames these structures seem akin, / With aspect fair, while reason rules within."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1767, 1778
"To human frames these structures seem akin, / With aspect fair, while reason rules within."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1767, 1778
"Envy in courts and cottages will dwell, / Nay climb to heaven itself, tho' born in hell: / In every living bosom lurks this pest, / But reigns unrival'd in the human breast; / On reason's throne usurps a thorny part, / And plants a thousand daggers in the heart."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1767, 1778
"Victorious in thy march, triumphant move, / Arm'd by each grace, each virtue, and each love; / These inmates firm, these bright, these strong allies, / Reign in thy soul, and conquer in thy eyes."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1767, 1778
A "sacred legacy with time shall last" and "On thankful hearts engrav'd, what thou hast done"
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
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)