Date: 1732
"If there be a Passion pure without Allay, as tender and soft, as violent and strong, you cannot sure miscall it by that Name."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1733-1735
"Various rude Arts the untaught Ancients knew / To fix Ideas e'er they fled away, / And Images of Thought to Sight convey. / Brass, Wax, or Wood the Characters retain'd, / Some liv'd on Slates, and some the Canvas stain'd; / Some trac'd in Iv'ry, or engrav'd on Stone, / Or sunk in Clay, e're Bi...
preview | full record— Bowden, Samuel (fl. 1733-1761)
Date: 1733-1735
"Her Heart must be harder than Steel / Not to soften with such a soft Muse"
preview | full record— Bowden, Samuel (fl. 1733-1761)
Date: 1734
"Of brass his heart who durst explore,-- / Lock'd up in triple brass, and more,"
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1734
"Conscience hears / The words of anguish, and dissolves in tears. / Ev'n iron souls relent, and hearts of stone / Burst at these mournings, and repeat the groan:"
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1734
"Is then my heart to all the world beside / Softer than melting wax or summer snow, / But to myself harder than adamant?"
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1733-4
"Th' Eternal Art educing good from ill, / Grafts on this Passion our best principle: / 'Tis thus the Mercury of Man is fix'd, / Strong grows the Virtue with his nature mix'd."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1733-4
"Strong grows the Virtue with his nature mix'd; / The dross cements what else were refin'd, / And in one interest body acts with mind."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1733-4
"Self-Love but serves the virtuous Mind to wake, / As the small Pebble stirs the peaceful Lake, / The Centre mov'd, a Circle strait succeeds, / Another still, and still another spreads."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1682-1735
"I am this crumb of dust which is design'd / To make my Pen unto thy Praise alone, / And my dull Phancy I would gladly grinde / Unto an Edge on Zions Pretious Stone."
preview | full record— Taylor, Edward (1642-1729)