Date: 1800, 1806
"He is young, / And yet the stamp of thought so tempers youth, / That all its fires are faded"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1800,1806
"Thrice he rose, and thrice / His feet recoil'd; and still the livid flame / Lengthen'd and quiver'd as the moaning wind / Pass'd thro' the rushy crevice, while his heart / Beat, like the death-watch, in his shudd'ring breast."
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1800
"The mind that labours for a cure works ill / By feeding its own grief; wasting away / Like boiling waters in an useless struggle"
preview | full record— Bidlake, John (1755-1814)
Date: 1800
"Yet e'en o'er thee, in thy despotic hours, / When thou hast chain'd the mind's excursive powers, / Though to thy gloomy keep by pain betray'd, / That mind can triumph by celestial aid."
preview | full record— Hayley, William (1745-1820)
Date: 1800
"Thy taste ador'd, with Virtue's temperate flame, / Truth, as the fountain both of art and fame; / Yet no ill-founded rule, no servile fear, / Chain'd thy free mind in Fancy's fav'rite sphere."
preview | full record— Hayley, William (1745-1820)
Date: 1800
"Your power I dare / In despite of these chains, / Unconquered still my soul remains."
preview | full record— Cobb, James (1756-1818)
Date: 1800
"Know, that the human being's thoughts and deeds / Are not like ocean billows, blindly moved."
preview | full record— Schiller, Friedrich (1759-1805)
Date: 1800
"The inner world, his microcosmus, is / The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally."
preview | full record— Schiller, Friedrich (1759-1805)
Date: 1800
"They grow by certain laws, like the tree's fruit-- / No juggling chance can metamorphose them. / Have I the human kernel first examined? / Then I know, too, the future will and action."
preview | full record— Schiller, Friedrich (1759-1805)
Date: 1800
"So the schemes / Rais'd by fond Hope in youth's unclouded morn, / While sanguine youth enjoys delusive dreams, / Experience withers; till scarce one remains / Flattering the languid heart, where only Reason reigns!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)