Date: 1701
"Stand by ye Fools--That noble Theam's my share,/ Farce is a Strain too low to court the Fair; / When to that pitch your Thoughts attempt to fly, / Like unskill'd Icarus you soar too high."
preview | full record— Baker, Thomas (b. 1680-1)
Date: 1701
"Thro' Heat of Youth, her Fancy vainly roves, / And she acts just as every Whimsy moves."
preview | full record— Baker, Thomas (b. 1680-1)
Date: 1702
"My Heart beats higher, and my nimble Spirits / Ride swiftly thro' their purple Channels round: / 'Tis the last blaze of Life: Nature revives / Like a dim, winking Lamp, that flashes brightly / With parting Light, and strait is dark for ever."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"Each busie thought, that rouls within her breast, / Labours for him; the King, when first he sicken'd, / Declar'd he should succeed him in the Throne."
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Date: 1700, 1702
"But whither does my roving fancy wander?"
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"Oh wretched Husband! while she hangs about thee / With idle Blandishments, and plays the fond one, / Ev'n then her hot Imagination wanders, / Contriving Riot, and loose scapes of Love."
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Date: 1703
"Trust not to that; / Rage is the shortest Passion of our Souls, / Like narrow Brooks that rise with sudden Show'rs, / It swells in haste, and falls again as soon; / Still as it ebbs the softer Thoughts flow in, / And the Deceiver Love supplies its place."
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Date: 1703
"I thought that nothing cou'd have stay'd my Soul, / That long e'er this her Flight had reach'd the Stars; / But thy known Voice has lur'd her back again."
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Date: 1707
"What shall I say, or whither turn? / With Grief, and Rage, and Love, I burn: From Thought to Thought my Soul is toss'd, / And in the Whirle of Passion lost."
preview | full record— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)
Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"'Tis wonderful indeed; and yet great Souls, / By Nature half divine, soar to the Stars, / And hold a near Acquaintance with the Gods."
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