Date: 1742
"'Tis thought's exchange which, like the' alternate push / Of waves conflicting, breaks the learned scum, / And defecates the student's standing pool."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"Beware the counterfeit: in Passion's flame / Hearts melt; but melt like ice, soon harder froze."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams / Tumultuous; where my wreck'd desponding thought, / From wave to wave of fancied misery, / At random drove, her helm of reason lost."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"A soul immortal, spending all her fires, / Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, / Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd, / At aught this scene can threaten, or indulge, / Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, / To waft a feather, or to drown a fly."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, / Soon close; where pass'd the shaft, no trace is found. / As from the wing no scar the sky retains, / The parted wave no furrow from the keel, / So dies in human hearts the thought of death."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742, 1777
"Human minds are smaller streams, which, arising at first from the ocean [of Divintity], seek still, amid all wanderings, to return to it, and to lose themselves in that immensity of perfection"
preview | full record— Hume, David (1711-1776)
Date: 1742, 1777
"As a stream necessarily follows the several inclinations of the ground, on which it runs; so are the ignorant and thoughtless part of mankind actuated by their natural propensities"
preview | full record— Hume, David (1711-1776)
Date: 1742
"My soul is all a troubled sea, / I cannot find my rest in Thee."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1743
Reason "doth not foolishly say to us, be not glad, orbe not sorry, which would be as vain and idle, as to bid the purling River cease to run, or the raging Wind to blow"
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1743
"For all was pure within: No fell Remorse, / Nor anxious Castings up of what might be, / Alarm'd his peaceful Bosom: Summer Seas / Shew not more smooth, when kiss'd by Southern Winds / Just ready to expire."
preview | full record— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)