Date: 1725-6
"Thrice thro' my arms she slipt like empty wind' [...] This passage plainly shews that the vehicles of the departed were believ'd by the Antients to be of an aerial substance, and retain nothing of corporeal grossness"
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.
Date: 1725-6
"Tax not, (the heav'n-illumin'd Seer rejoin'd) / Of rage, or folly, my prophetic mind, / No clouds of error dim th' etherial rays, / Her equal pow'r each faithful sense obeys. "
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.
Date: 1725-6
"As o'er her young the mother-mastiff growls, / And bays the stranger groom: so wrath comprest / Recoiling, mutter'd thunder in his breast."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.
Date: 1725-6
"Thus anchor'd safe on reason's peaceful coast, / Tempests of wrath his soul no longer tost; / Restless his body rolls, to rage resign'd: / As one who long with pale-ey'd famine pin'd, / The sav'ry cates on glowing embers cast / Incessant turns, impatient for repast"
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.
Date: 1725
A poet shouldn't unfurl his sails in a gale of ungovernable rage
preview | full record— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)
Date: 1713, 1729
Bacchus may calm a stormy soul and "place ... Reason in its Throne again"
preview | full record— Carey, Henry (1687-1743)
Date: 1737
"Unless the Mind be purg'd, what Storms arise!"
preview | full record— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)
Date: 1738, 1792
"But soon a beam, emissive from above, / Shed mental day, and touch'd the heart with love; / Gave jealous rage to know Divine Controul, / And ruled the tempest rising in the soul."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1746, 1749
"For Peace and War succeed by Turns in Love, / And while tempestuous these Emotions roll, / And float with blind Disorder in the Soul."
preview | full record— Francis, Philip (1708-1773)
Date: 1752
"Weak, impotent, yet wishing to be free, / You are by much a greater Slave, than me; / A Slave, to ev'ry Gust that shakes your Mind, / Your Eyes broad open, and your Senses blind."
preview | full record— Duncombe, John (1729-1786) [pseud.]