Date: w 1710, 1720
"Whilst like the Lamp's last Flame, their trembling Souls / Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals."
preview | full record— Ramsay, Allan (1684-1758)
Date: 1721
"My Heart do's like soft Wax relent, / And midst my Bowels flow"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1721
"Bless God, who did not give our Soul / To their sharp Teeth a Prey."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1721
"Our Soul, as from a broken Snare / A Bird escapes, is fled."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1757
"Shall ev'ry blockhead think his mind, / Like yours, the mirrour of mankind?"
preview | full record— Boyce, Samuel (d. 1775)
Date: 1757
"Oh, son of genius! Friend of art! / Garrick, thou monarch of the heart!"
preview | full record— Boyce, Samuel (d. 1775)
Date: 1758
"In heav'nly glories dress thy soul within."
preview | full record— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)
Date: 1758
"My mourning heart is melted in my frame / As wax dissolving runs before a flame"
preview | full record— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)
Date: 1758
"While in your hearts the flames of love may burn, / To dress the vault, like lamps in sacred urn."
preview | full record— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)
Date: March 1763, 1774
"While with the motion of the pen, / Method pops in and out agen, / So, as I said, I thought it better, / To set me down and think a letter, / And without any more ado, / Seal up my mind, and send it you."
preview | full record— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)