Date: 1739
" If thy Heart is not insensible as Brass, or Steel, once more, at least, let my rash Folly find a Pardon"
preview | full record— Baker, Henry (1698-1774); Miller James (1706-1744); Molière (1622-1673)
Date: 1739
"If thy Heart is not insensible as Brass, or Steel, once more, at least, let my rash Folly find a Pardon"
preview | full record— Baker, Henry (1698-1774); Miller James (1706-1744); Molière (1622-1673)
Date: 1739
"But come ye purer souls from dross refin'd, / The blameless heart and uncorrupted mind!"
preview | full record— Boyse, Samuel (1708-1749)
Date: 1739, 1741
"A Scene so sweetly sad, Who fail'd to feel, / Must have an Eye of Flint, or Heart of Steel"
preview | full record— Ogle, George (1704-1746)
Date: 1739, 1741
"A Scene, all human Nature must detest! / Yet cou'd the feeling Mother steel her Breast"
preview | full record— Ogle, George (1704-1746)
Date: 1738, 1739
"Like Twigs, entrusted to the Planter's Pains, / Who prunes, engrafts, indulges, or restrains, / Till in the Garden Ornament they yield, / And Fruit, which else had cumber'd up the Field: / Or that rich Ore we from the Indies bring, / Which bears, refin'd, the Image of the King; / But mix'd for-e...
preview | full record— Bancks, John (1709-1751)
Date: 1739
"More hard than Marble is my Heart, / And foul with Sins of deepest Stain: / But Thou the mighty Saviour art, / Nor flow'd thy cleansing Blood in vain. / Ah! soften, melt this Rock, and may / Thy Blood wash all these Stains away."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1739
"My GOD, what is a Human Heart? / Silver or Gold, or precious Stone; / Or Star, or Rainbow; or a Part / Of All, or all thy World in One?"
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1739
"To usher forth the Virtues of the Mind! / From Nature's Chain, from Earthly Dross set free, / One only Appetite remained in Thee."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1739
"Ye hallowed Men! / In whom Vice sanctifies, whose Precepts teach / Zeal without Truth, Religion without Virtue, / Who ne'er preach Heav'n but with a downward Eye / That turns your Souls to Dross; who shouting loose / The Dogs of Hell upon us."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)