Date: 1719
"When I came to the Place, my very Blood ran chill in my Veins, and my Heart sunk within me at the Horror of the Spectacle."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1719
"I thought of nothing then but the Hill falling upon my Tent, and all my Houshold Goods, and burying all at once; and this sunk my very Soul within me a second time."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1719
"In a word, as the Sea was returned to its Smoothness of Surface and settled Calmness by the Abatement of that Storm, so the Hurry of my Thoughts being over, my Fears and Apprehensions of being swallow'd up by the Sea being forgotten, and the Current of my former Desires return'd, I entirely forg...
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Date: 1719
There may be a "Flood of Joy" in the breast
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1719
"In you he liv'd, with yours his Soul was mixt, / As meeting Streams that flow promiscuous on."
preview | full record— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)
Date: w. 1721
"As running Streams their parted Waters spread / Adown the hill or thrô the flow'ry Mead* / Here rising bold and Turbulent in waves* / There sunk in Sand or sunk in Rocky Caves* / The human Eye may still collect and bring* / To their first Murmur and Original spring:* / So from the various...
preview | full record— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)
Date: April 18, 1721
"He's gone, and now / I must unsluice my overburden'd Heart, / And let it flow."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1722
"My Temper was touch'd before, the wretched Boldness of Spirit, which I had acquir'd, abated, and conscious Guilt began to flow in my Mind."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1722
"This honest friendly way of treating me, unlock'd all the Sluces of my Passions: He broke into my very Soul by it; and I unravell'd all the Wickedness of my Life to him: In a word, I gave him an Abridgement of this whole History."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1723
"Is not a sensual Tincture thro' your Mind / Deeply diffus'd, by which 'tis now inclin'd / Not heav'nly, but terrestrial Bliss, to chuse, / Pursue low Pleasures, and sublime refuse!"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)