Date: 1686
"So much of joy crowds fast into my heart, / There is not room for utterance"
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1691
"Oh never doubt me, I'll not break my Word,--and now sweet Angel, my Joys crowd thick about my Heart, and long for vent, the approaching happiness looks so like Heaven that I methinks am extasied already"
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1691
"And all the noble Notions in my Soul, / Which crowded with a fondness to prefer thee, / I here dismiss, and in their Room admit / As base thoughts of thee, as thy intended Practice!"
preview | full record— Mountfort, William (c.1664-1692)
Date: 1691
"Blast not my Entertainment with that thought Madam, my senses are all charmed with such perfection, they'r Crowding which shall be first Gratified."
preview | full record— Mountfort, William (c.1664-1692)
Date: 1693
"Thy Wit and Beauty charm'd my panting Breast, / And first inspir'd thy Love into my heart! Which Was till then a stranger:"
preview | full record— Higden, Henry (bap. 1645)
Date: 1699, 1700
"New Joy so crowds my Heart, I cannot bear it."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1701
"My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love, / Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast."
preview | full record— Sherburne, Sir Edward (bap. 1616, d. 1702)
Date: 1700, 1702
"Wise Mirza! were my Soul a Temple, fit For Gods, and Godlike Counsels to inhabit, Thee only would I choose of all Mankind, To be the Priest, still favour'd with access."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid, / Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes; / Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, / Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking. / Within her rising Bosom all was calm, / As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only / Are ge...
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"My little Heart is satisfy'd with you, / You take up all her room; as in a Cottage / Which harbours some Benighted Princely Stranger, / Where the good Man, proud of his Hospitality, / Yields all his homely Dwelling to his Guest, / And hardly keeps a Corner for himself."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)