Date: September 27, 1746
"Painful reflection! poyson to my mind!"
preview | full record— Hervey, John, second Baron Hervey of Ickworth (1696-1743)
Date: September 27, 1746
"A jealous daemon whispers in my breast."
preview | full record— Hervey, John, second Baron Hervey of Ickworth (1696-1743)
Date: September 27, 1746
"My virtue shows what 'twas the gods design'd, / By chance on Africk's clay they stamp'd a Roman mind."
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Date: 1746, 1793
Happiness may "Dart thro' my soul one chearful ray"
preview | full record— Blacklock, Thomas (1721-1791)
Date: 1746, 1753
"So, from injected thought, shoots passion's growth; / No sprout spontaneous, no chance child, of sloth: / Idea lends it root-- firm, on touch'd minds, / Fancy, (swift planter!) first, th' impression binds; / Shap'd in conception's mould, nature's prompt skill / Bids subject nerves obey th' inspi...
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1746, 1753
"Feel the thought's image on the eyeball roll; / Behind that window, sits th' attentive Soul:"
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1746, 1753
"Previous to art's first act--(till then, all vain) / Print the ideal pathos, on the brain."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1746, 1753
"They [the passions], at once, surround us, and evade us, as the LIGHT does; -- By, and through it, we see all Things--But Itself remains invisible."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
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
"Mourn it, ye sons of spleen, whose hands (mistaught) / Tore up this seed of sense, this plant of thought / Whence reasoning shoots might bloom life's garden o'er, And weedy wildness choak her walks no more."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)