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Date: 1715
"Let thy Heart kindle with the highest Hopes, / Expand thy Bosom, let thy Soul inlarg'd, / Make Room to entertain the coming Glory, / For Majesty and Purple Greatness court thee, / Homage and low Subjection wait."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1715
"Yes, my lov'd Lord, my Soul is mov'd, like Thine, / At ev'ry Danger which Invades our England; / My cold Heart kindles at the great Occasion, / And could be more than Man, in her Defence."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1715
"Ev'ry mad Passion kindles up again, / Love, Rage, Despair--and yet I will be Master."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1715
"Some Flame uncommon kindles up his Soul, / And flashes forth impetuous at his Eyes."
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