Date: 1714
"Was our Reason given / For such a Use! to be thus puff'd about / Like a dry Leaf, an idle Straw, a Feather, / The Sport of every whifling Blast that blows?"
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1715
"Truth and Innocence: / A conscious Knowledg rooted in my Heart, / That to have sav'd my Country was my Duty."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: First performed February 17, 1720.
"The Threats of Death are nothing; / Tho' thy last Message shook his Soul, as Winds / On the bleak Hills bend down some lofty Pine; / Yet still he held his Root; till I found Means, / Abating somewhat of thy first Demand, / If not to make him wholly ours, at least / To gain sufficient to our End."
preview | full record— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)
Date: 1722
"Consider; Gwendolen, my lasting Passion; / A Passion, that, through Time, takes deeper Root; / A Love, that, spight of Absence, hourly grows; / In spight even of Despair:--Yet, will I not / Despair; since Fortune favours thus my Hopes."
preview | full record— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)
Date: 1728
"When Love in an impetuous Torrent flows, / How vainly Reason would its Force oppose; / Hurl'd down the Stream, like Flowers before the Wind, / She leaves to Love, the Empire of the Mind."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1731
"When I confess, abhorrent of Deceit, / That Love, which seem'd to root my Soul in thee, / Has new transplanted it, to Elfrid's Bosom?"
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1731
"Proud of Dominion, yet enslav'd to Fear, / Kings who love Blood, thro' one long Tempest steer, / While the calm Monarch, who with Smiles controuls, / Roots his safe Empire, and is King of Souls."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1743
"Love still nourishes [the heart] with a temperate Heat, as the Sun doth our Climate; and Beauties rise after Beauties in the one, just as Fruits do in the other"
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1753
"He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul, / Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul; / Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys, / Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys."
preview | full record— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)
Date: 1772
One may weed out unmanly prejudice from the hearts of his countrymen
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)