Date: 1721
"My Heart do's like soft Wax relent, / And midst my Bowels flow"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1721
"Bless God, who did not give our Soul / To their sharp Teeth a Prey."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1721
"Our Soul, as from a broken Snare / A Bird escapes, is fled."
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Date: March 1763, 1774
"While with the motion of the pen, / Method pops in and out agen, / So, as I said, I thought it better, / To set me down and think a letter, / And without any more ado, / Seal up my mind, and send it you."
preview | full record— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)
Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
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Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765
"O God, to what a pitch are wrought / The councils of omniscient thought."
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Date: 1765
"And my heart, within me burning, / Is become like melting wax."
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765
"That fruit thy covenant may yield, / Which is upon my forehead seal'd, / And on my heart ingraft."
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Date: 1765
"The man is blessed, as he prays, / Whose reins thy strength receive, / And in whose heart thy word and ways / A deep impression leave."
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