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Date: 1735, 1763

"Each publick passion bound to endless frost, / Each deed of social worth for ever lost."

— Melmoth, William, the younger (bap. 1710, d. 1799)

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Date: 1735, 1792

"The blood tempestuous, pours a flushing wave" and "With raging swell alternate pantings rise"

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

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Date: 1737

"Unless the Mind be purg'd, what Storms arise!"

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

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Date: 1737 (also 1738, 1743, reprinted 1754)

"But, if dull fogs invade the head, / That mem'ry minds not what is read."

— Green, Matthew (1696-1737)

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Date: 1737 (also 1738, 1743, reprinted 1754)

"Here nymphs from hollow oaks relate / The dark decrees and will of fate, / And dreams beneath the spreading beach / Inspire, and docile fancy teach; / While, soft as breezy breath of wind, / Impulses rustle thro' the mind."

— Green, Matthew (1696-1737)

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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."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

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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?"

— Wesley, John and Charles

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Date: 1742

"Through chinks, styled organs, dim Life peeps at light; / Death bursts the' involving cloud, and all is day; / All eye, all ear, the disembodied power."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: 1742

"While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread, / What though my soul fantastic measures trod / O'er fairy fields; or mourn'd along the gloom / Of pathless woods; or, down the craggy steep / Hurl'd headlong, swam with pain the mantled pool; / Or scaled the cliff; or danced on hollow winds, / W...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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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."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.