Date: 1686, 1712
"Thus Vice and Virtue do my Soul divide, / Like a Ship tost between the Wind and Tide."
preview | full record— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)
Date: 1693
"Grief clouds my sadder Mind, when it should be, / As free as unconcern'd, as calm as she."
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
Date: 1693
"Condemn'd in this dark Prison must I here, / Watch till the Trumpet strike mine Ear? / Must I ne'er know thy Goodness and thy Love, / Because I did transgress thy Will above? / Must Clouds and Vapours still obscure my Mind?"
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
Date: 1700
"E'er since which time, unhappy Lovers see, / Their Passion ne'er can be from Tempests free / It Ebbs and Flows, unfixt, not long the same, / A rowling Ocean of tumultuous Flame."
preview | full record— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)
Date: 1735, 1792
"The blood tempestuous, pours a flushing wave" and "With raging swell alternate pantings rise"
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1738, 1792
"But soon a beam, emissive from above, / Shed mental day, and touch'd the heart with love; / Gave jealous rage to know Divine Controul, / And ruled the tempest rising in the soul."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1746, 1749
"For Peace and War succeed by Turns in Love, / And while tempestuous these Emotions roll, / And float with blind Disorder in the Soul."
preview | full record— Francis, Philip (1708-1773)
Date: 1749
"His clouded Soul now darts no dazling Ray, / And faintly warms the animated Clay: / Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave, / As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:"
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1755
A beam of brightness may break on the mind and "drive errors cloud away / & make a calm in passions troubled sea"
preview | full record— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)
Date: 1770
"But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. / As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, / Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, / Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, / Eternal sunshine settles on its head."
preview | full record— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)