Date: 1712
"She [the mind] draws ten thousand Landschapes in the Brain, / Dresses of airy Forms an endless Train, / Which all her Intellectual Scenes prepare, / Enter by turns the Stage, and disappear."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1715
"No Beams of softning Pity touch thy Breast, / Too vile a Cell to harbour such a Guest."
preview | full record— Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704)
Date: 1718
"For from most Bodies, Dick, You know,/ Some little Bits ask Leave to flow; / And, as thro' these Canals They roll, / Bring up a Sample of the Whole. / Like Footmen running before Coaches, / To tell the Inn, what Lord approaches."
preview | full record— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)
Date: 1718
"The Brain contains ten thousand Cells: / In each some active Fancy dwells; / Which always is at Work, and framing / The several Follies I was naming."
preview | full record— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)
Date: 1718
"Whilst, as my System says, the Mind / Is to these upper Rooms confin'd."
preview | full record— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)
Date: 1720
"Large is my forehead made, not wond'rous fair, / But room enough for all the Muses there."
preview | full record— Sansom, Martha [née Fowke] (1690-1736)
Date: 1722
"[W]ho can tell / How each [image] awaken'd from its little cell / Starts forth, and how the soul's command it hears / And soon on fancy's theatre appears?"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1723
"The Cells, and little Lodgings, Thou canst see / In Mem'ry's Hoards and secret Treasury; / Dost the dark Cave of each Idea spy, / And see'st how rang'd the crouded Lodgers lye; / How some, when beckon'd by the Soul, awake, / While peaceful Rest their uncall'd Neighbours take."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1737
"Souls for ever live: / But often their old Habitations leave, / To dwell in new; which them, as Guests, receive."
preview | full record— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)
Date: October, 1739
"Bid Fancy quit her fairy cell, / In all her colours drest / While prompt her sallies to control, / Reason, the judge, recalls the soul / To Truth's severest test."
preview | full record— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)