Date: 1721

"Our Soul, as from a broken Snare / A Bird escapes, is fled."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1725-6

"The Reader may be pleas'd to observe, that the Poet has here given the reins to his fancy, and run out into a luxuriant description of Ægusa and Sicily."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.

Date: 1725-6

"Men do not put bridles upon horses when they are already running with full speed, but they bridle them before they bring them out to the race: This very well illustrates the conduct of Ulysses; he fears the youth of Telemachus may be too warm, and through an unseasonable ardour at the sight of h...

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.

Date: 1725-6

"'Tis hard, he cries, to bring to sudden sight / Ideas that have wing'd their distant flight."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.

Date: 1725-6

"Round his swol'n heart the murm'rous fury rowls; / As o'er her young the mother-mastiff growls, / And bays the stranger groom: so wrath comprest / Recoiling, mutter'd thunder in his breast"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.

Date: 1725-6

"The similitude it self is very expressive; as the mastiff barks to guard her young, so labours the soul of Ulysses in defence of his Son and Wife, Penelope and Telemachus. "

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.

Date: 1725-6

"Son coeur rugissoit an dedans de luy, comme un Lion rugit autour d'une bergerie, où il ne sçauroit entrer."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.

Date: 1725-6

"The bowls and urns of living stone, are the body which are form'd out of the earth; the bees that make their honey in the cave are the souls of men, which perform all their operations in the body, and animate it; the beams on which the Nymphs roul their webs, are the bones over which the admirab...

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.

Date: 1731

"Here Arlington, thy mighty Mind disdains / Inferior Earth, and breaks its servile Chains, / Aloft on Contemplations Wings you rise, / Scorn all below and mingle with the Skies."

— Boyse, Samuel (1708-1749)

Date: 1737

"Brave Souls when loos'd from this ignoble Chain / Of Clay, and sent to their own Heav'n again, / From Earth's gross Orb on Virtue's Pinions rise / In Æther wanton, and enjoy the Skies."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)