Date: 1712
"The ready Phantomes at her Nod advance, / And form the busie Intellectual Dance: / While her fair Scenes to vary, or supply, / She singles out fit Images, that lye / In Memory's Records, which faithful hold / Objects immense in secret Marks inroll'd, / The sleeping Forms at her Command awake, / ...
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Date: 1712
"What high Perfections grace the human Mind, / In Flesh imprison'd, and to Earth confin'd!"
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Date: 1712
"She [the mind] draws ten thousand Landschapes in the Brain, / Dresses of airy Forms an endless Train, / Which all her Intellectual Scenes prepare, / Enter by turns the Stage, and disappear."
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Date: 1714 [1712, 1717]
"They shift the moving Toyshop of their Heart; / Where Wigs with Wigs, with Sword-knots Sword-knots strive, / Beaus banish Beaus, and Coaches Coaches drive"
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Date: 1714 [1712, 1717]
"Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought / The close Recesses of the Virgin's thought."
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Date: 1718
"The World a Scene of murder'd Souls appears, / Interr'd in living Sepulchres, / And moved from Place to Place in walking Tombs."
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Date: 1718
"Vile Man becomes, when purify'd by Grace, / Thy Living Temple, and abiding Place."
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Date: 1718
" His Heart is made Thy Altar, whence / To Heav'n arise pure Flames of holy Fire"
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Date: 1722
"[W]ho can tell / How each [image] awaken'd from its little cell / Starts forth, and how the soul's command it hears / And soon on fancy's theatre appears?"
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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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