#c18 is an active hashtag on Bluesky. In the last 30 days, 11 people shared 107 posts with it — around 4 a day. Activity is up 129% versus the previous week, peaking on Sep 20 with 18 posts.

Posts with #c18

Emily Brand

@emilybrand.bsky.social

almost 3 years ago

FULLY IN LOVE with this suitably dishevelled self-portrait of the future Lady Caroline Lamb walking her dogs in Cavendish Square – just weeks before her wedding in 1805 THAT HAIR! THAT PUG! #c18 #c19

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neil guthrie

@nguthrie.bsky.social

3 days ago

OK, Nirvana (Nerdvana?): views of the interior of Strawberry Hill #c18 #c18th #18thc

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Jennie Batchelor

@jenniebatchelor.bsky.social

over 1 year ago

I am SO happy to share that Women’s Periodicals and Print Culture in Britain, 1690-1820s which I worked on with co-editor and human being extraordinaire @nushpowell.bsky.social is our in PAPERBACK with @edinburghup.bsky.social #C18 1/

A yellow and brown book cover featuring the book title and an engraving of a woman reaching for book by candlelight

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Association for Scottish Literature

@asls.org.uk

7 months ago

In 1787, Robert Burns acquired a diamond-tipped pen which he used to inscribe poems on windows & chimney-pieces across Scotland. “I Murder Hate” is Burns’s version of “make love, not war” #graffiti, & was etched into a window at the Globe Tavern, Dumfries #WyrdWednesday #C18 #poem #poetry

I Murder Hate
Robert Burns

I murder hate by flood or field,
Tho’ glory’s name may screen us;
In wars at home I’ll spend my blood—
Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are social Peace and Plenty;
I’m better pleas’d to make one more,
Than be the death of twenty.

I would not die like Socrates,
For all the fuss of Plato;
Nor would I with Leonidas,
Nor yet would I with Cato:
The zealots of the Church and State
Shall ne’er my mortal foes be;
But let me have bold Zimri’s fate,
Within the arms of Cozbi!

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dr hardeep dhindsa (he/him)

@hardeepsdhindsa.bsky.social

8 months ago

I’ve graduated with a PhD in Classics and History! 👨‍🎓 #c18 #classicsbluesky ‘Agents of Empire: Cultural Imperialism, White British Identity, and the Eighteenth-Century Grand Tour’ is available to download and read using the following link: kclpure.kcl.ac.uk/portal/….

A photograph of me standing in my graduation robes

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Jason M. Kelly Ph.D. FSA FRHistS (he/him)

@jasonmkelly.bsky.social

1 day ago

Nearly 4m records of enslaved people in 20 former British colonies now searchable online: Former British Colonies Enslavement Registers #skystorians #18thc #C18

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Association for Scottish Literature

@asls.org.uk

about 13 hours ago

John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise, For if you do but taste his blood, ’Twill make your courage rise… —Robert Burns, “John Barleycorn: A Ballad”. Based on “the old song that goes by this name”, it celebrates the harvest – & the whisky from the grain #WyrdWednesday #poem #C18

John Barleycorn: A Ballad
Tune: Lull Me Beyond Thee
First printed in the Edinburgh edition, 1787.
(This is partly composed on the plan of an old song known by the same name. R.B.)

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

They took a plough and plough’d him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.

But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
And show’rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris’d them all.

The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong,
His head weel arm’d wi’ pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.

The sober Autumn enter’d mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show’d he began to fail.

His colour sicken’d more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.

They’ve taen a weapon long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then ty’d him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.

They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell’d him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turn’d him o’er and o’er.

They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.

They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him farther woe,
And still, as signs of life appear’d,
They toss’d him to and fro.

They wasted, o’er a scorching flame
The marrow of his bones;
But a Miller us’d him worst of all,
For he crush’d him between two stones.

And they hae taen his very heart’s blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,
’Twill make your courage rise.

’Twill make a man forget his woe;
’Twill heighten all his joy;
’Twill make the widow’s heart to sing,
Tho’ the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne’er fail in old Scotland.

Composition is generally dated to around 1785, although Kinsley believes it was written earlier. In the FCB Burns writes, ‘John Barleycorn.—A Song, to its own Tune. I once heard the old song that goes by this name, sung; and being very fond of it, and remembering only two or three verses of it viz the lst, 2nd and 3rd, with some scraps which I have interwoven here and there in the following piece’, June 1785. Kinsley probably over-stresses the importance of the myth of the Corn Spirit still prevalent in the 18th century as the ‘kernel’ theme of this song, the notion that the ‘old man of vegitation’ is driven out of the corn at threshing time to inhabit the fields, then returns to be the spirit of the next crop (Vol. III, p. 1017). Low is probably right in assuming Burns had read or heard the chapbook song of 1781, the allegory of drink titled The Whole Trial and Indictment of Sir John Barleycorn, Knt., A Person of Noble Birth and Extraction... Being Accused of Several Misdemeanours.. killing some, wounding others, and bringing thousands to Beggary (p. 82).

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neil guthrie

@nguthrie.bsky.social

9 months ago

Small lidded tureen in the form of a cabbage (Meissen, c1774-1814), with Earle D Vandekar of Knightsbridge #c18th #c18 #18thc

Pale green leaves and bright red/purple veining. Marcolini period Meissen. Dimensions: 9.5 cm (3.75 in) high, 12.7 cm (5 in) wide, 10.16 cm (4 in) deep. The finial on the lid is formed by a curved cabbage leaf

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John O'Brien

@johnobrien.bsky.social

1 day ago

Did you know that Phillis Wheatley Peters's first poem was published in a newspaper? Well, it was. Read all about it my latest Substack post. And subscribe for an essay on a poem found in an 18th century newspaper every week--it's free! #c18th #c18 #18c literatureinc.substack.co….