Date: 1661
"[T]hrough ev'ry Breast [Faith] goes, invades their Minds, which, all-possest / By her great Deitie, each Soul doth prove / Her Altar, burning by her Sacred Love"
preview | full record— Ross, Thomas (bap. 1620, d. 1675)
Date: 1678
"Dares afraid his reasons house / (Though he had scarce so much as goose) / About his batter'd ears should tumble"
preview | full record— Philips, John (1676-1709)
Date: 1678
"He lik't not banging sans defeizance. / While t'other labors all he can / To make a window to his brain."
preview | full record— Philips, John (1676-1709)
Date: 1685
"The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, / Lets in new light by chinks that time hath made: / Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become, / As they draw near to their eternal home"
preview | full record— Waller, Edmund (1606-1687)
Date: 1693
"Receive thy sight! / 'Tis said, 'tis done, a thick and churlish skin / Which stop'd the windows of his Soul within, / Flew off."
preview | full record— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)
Date: 1695
Active spirits fly "To the round Palace of th' Immortal Soul, / And thro' the Rooms and dark Apartments roll."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1695
"The busie Crowd fills all the labouring Brain, / Bright Fancy's Work-house, where close Cells contain / Of Forms and Images an endless Train, / Which thither thro' the waking Senses glide, / And in fair Mem'ry's Magazine abide."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1695
"Compos'd of these, light Scenes and Shows appear, / Which still employ the restless Theater. / Divinely mov'd, the Airy Figures take / Their several Ranks, and this bright Vision make."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1697
"Our Senses to the Mind while lodg'd in Clay, / Do all their various Images convey. / Things that we tast, and feel, and see, afford / The Seeds of Thought with which our Minds are stor'd."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1697
"Oh, let no groundless Prejudice oppose / The Light, that from so pure a Fountain flows. / May these kind Beams dispel the Clouds, and find / An unobstructed Passage to your Mind."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)