Date: 1728
"Ye Fairy Prospects then, / Ye Beds of Roses, and ye Bowers of Joy, / Farewell! Ye Gleamings of departing Peace, / Shine out your last! The yellow-tinging Plague / Internal Vision taints, and in a Night / Of livid Gloom Imagination wraps."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1728
"From what rich Fountain flow / Those ripening Beams of intellectual Day?"
preview | full record— Pattison, William (1706-1727)
Date: 1728
"How Reason's Lamp burns with incessant Toil, / To light the Judgment, and to guide the Will?"
preview | full record— Pattison, William (1706-1727)
Date: 1729
"Reason exerts her pure, celestial, Rays, / To guide our Steps thro' Errors weary Maze: / But upstart Passions mount her rightful Throne, / And blindly push our vanquish'd Judgment on."
preview | full record— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)
Date: 1730
"No light the darkness of that mind invades, / Where Chaos rules, enshrin'd in genuine Shades;"
preview | full record— Harte, Walter (1708/9-1774)
Date: 1730
A "mimic gleam of transient light" may break through the gloom of dullness "and then they think they write"
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Date: 1730
"Whether we send our Reason's piercing Rays / Beneath the Great, unbounded Deep, / Where Storms and Tempests sleep, / Whether unrein'd Imagination strays / Thro' the black, Howling Desart's pathless Ways, / The Deep and Howling Wilderness declare / The Omnipresent Godhead there."
preview | full record— Woodward, George (b. 1708?)
Date: 1730
"Whether amid the Gloom we stray, / And send our Intellectual Ray / Up to the pure, cærulean Plains on high, / There all the Glories of the Sky, / As round the liquid Space / They run their bright, ætherial Race."
preview | full record— Woodward, George (b. 1708?)
Date: 1730
"As thus we talk'd, / Our hearts would burn within us, would inhale / That portion of divinity, that ray / Of purest Heaven, which lights the glorious flame / Of patriots, and of heroes."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1730
"Close crowds the shining atmosphere; and binds / Our strengthen'd bodies in its cold embrace, / Constringent; feeds, and animates our blood; / Refines our spirits, through the new-strung nerves, / In swifter sallies darting to the brain; / Where sits the soul, intense, collected, cool, / Bright ...
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