Date: 1746
"He framed a melting lay, to try her heart; / And, if an infant passion struggled there, / To call that passion forth."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1746
"With inward view, / Thence on the ideal kingdom swift she turns / Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance, / The obedient phantoms vanish or appear; / Compound, divide, and into order shift, / Each to his rank, from plain perception up / To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: September 27, 1746
"A jealous daemon whispers in my breast."
preview | full record— Hervey, John, second Baron Hervey of Ickworth (1696-1743)
Date: 1746, 1753
"The SOUL, inhabiting the Brain, or acting, where it doubtless does, immediately behind the Optic Nerves, stamps, instantaneously upon the Eye, and Eyebrow, a struck Image of conceiv'd Idea: And that in Fact it does This, and that it does it, in the very Instant of Conception, every Man must ever...
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1746, 1753
Love "'Tis like soft air, through which admitted light / Peoples pleas'd fancy, and lends shape to sight: / Yet, like that air, disturb'd, man's quiet breaks, / Tempests his reason, and his triumph shakes."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1746
One's sires's "great soul" may respire in one's breast
preview | full record— Ruffhead, James
Date: 1746
"All raving Passions soon wou'd be supprest" is man cou'd "but thro' eternity pervade"
preview | full record— Ruffhead, James
Date: 1747
"Come, sinners, to the gospel feast, / Let every soul be Jesu's guest"
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1751, 1791
"The passions are a num'rous crowd, / Imperious, positive, and loud: / Curb these licentious sons of strife; / Hence chiefly rise the storms of life: / If they grow mutinous, and rave, / They are thy masters, thou their slave."
preview | full record— Cotton, Nathaniel, the elder (1705-1788)
Date: 1752, 1791
"This home philosophy, you know, / Was priz'd some thousand years ago. / Then why abroad a frequent guest? / Why such a stranger to your breast?"
preview | full record— Cotton, Nathaniel, the elder (1705-1788)