Date: 1712
"The Mind's Tribunal can Reports reject / Made by the Senses, and their Faults correct."
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Date: 1712
"How Spirits, which for Sense and Motion serve, / Unguided find the perforated Nerve. / Thro' ev'ry dark Recess pursue their Flight, / Unconscious of the Road and void of Sight, / Yet certain of the End still guide their Motions right."
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Date: 1717
One may strive "On every Subject's Heart to seal his Love ... What Breast so hard? what Heart of human make, / But softning did the kind Impression take?"
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Date: 1718
"The Mind, e'er Guilt had Man undone, / With Heav'nly Lustre, like blest Seraphs, shone."
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Date: 1718
"The Soul is darker than the deepest Cave, / Hard as the Rock, and colder than the Grave"
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Date: 1718
"But the sweet Bowl's intoxicating Fume / Will by degrees our vanquish'd Sense benumb, / And o'er the Mind diffuse Egyptian Gloom."
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Date: 1718
"Now Nightly Horrors cease to haunt the Head, / And we no more familiar Danger dread."
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Date: 1718
"Should you presumptuous, quit your safer Ground, / And seek the utmost Lines, which Vertue bound, / And on the Frontier to engage the Foe, With Reason 's weak collected Forces go, / You'll soon those nice, ill-guarded Limits pass, / Throw down your Arms, and fond her Feet embrace, / In her soft ...
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Date: 1721
" Oh! seal me, stamp me on thy tender Mind, / And leave the strong Impression deep behind."
preview | full record— Croxall, Samuel (1688/9-1752); Nestor Ironside
Date: 1723
"The Cells, and little Lodgings, Thou canst see / In Mem'ry's Hoards and secret Treasury; / Dost the dark Cave of each Idea spy, / And see'st how rang'd the crouded Lodgers lye; / How some, when beckon'd by the Soul, awake, / While peaceful Rest their uncall'd Neighbours take."
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