Date: 1715
"Soon as her crowding Thoughts cou'd find a Vent, / I know, she said, that you from Heav'n are sent:"
preview | full record— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)
Date: 1715
"Can hateful Envy, that uneasie Guest / Of vulgar Souls, invade the Royal Breast, / And rob great Saul himself of Peace and Rest?"
preview | full record— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)
Date: 1719
"He forms our generals for the field, / With all their dreadful skill; / Gives them his awful sword to wield, / And makes their hearts of steel."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: w 1710, 1720
"Whilst like the Lamp's last Flame, their trembling Souls / Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals."
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Date: 1721
"My Heart do's like soft Wax relent, / And midst my Bowels flow"
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Date: 1721
"Bless God, who did not give our Soul / To their sharp Teeth a Prey."
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Date: 1721
"Our Soul, as from a broken Snare / A Bird escapes, is fled."
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Date: 1757
"Shall ev'ry blockhead think his mind, / Like yours, the mirrour of mankind?"
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Date: 1757
"Oh, son of genius! Friend of art! / Garrick, thou monarch of the heart!"
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Date: 1758
"In heav'nly glories dress thy soul within."
preview | full record— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)