Date: 1722, 1739
"Thoughts of what I must suffer by the Loss of Don Antonio were crowded in my Imagination, and left no Room for Rest."
preview | full record— Aubin, Penelope (1679?-1731?)
Date: 1723
"Then, gentle Muse, be still my Guest; / Take full Possession of my Breast."
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)
Date: 1723, 1725
"Tho' nothing is more base than for the Tongue or Pen to make Professions of a Passion which the Heart is a Stranger to, yet nothing is more in fashion even among those who pretend to the greatest Honour of both Sexes"
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1723, 1725
"The entire Confidence he always had of her Love and Virtue was now in as full Force as ever; and all those Notions which had crowded into his Soul at his first coming into the Chamber, and beholded so unexpected, and, indeed, so distracting a Sight, now vanish'd, and were no more remember'd"
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1723, 1725
"[A] thousand fond endearing Things crowded at once into his Soul, and press'd for Utterance!
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1723, 1725
"I knew not how I should effect it, though a Multitude of Inventions crowded that Moment at once into my Head, and flatter'd me with some little Hopes."
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1722, 1723
"For Jesus sake, remove not my Distress, / Till free Triumphant Grace shall Reposess / The Vacant Throne; from whence my Sins Depart, / And make a willing Captive of my Heart."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1724
"All these Thoughts, and many more, crowded in so fast, I say, upon me, that I wanted to give Vent to them, and get rid of him, and was very glad when he was gone away"
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1724
"[S]o with my Eyes open, and with my Conscience, as I may say, awake, I sinn'd, knowing it to be a Sin, but having no Power to resist; when this had thus made a Hole in my Heart, and I was come to such a height, as to transgress against the Light of my own Conscience, I was then fit for any Wicke...
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1724
"So possible is it for us to roll ourselves up in Wickedness, till we grow invulnerable by Conscience; and that Centinel once doz'd, sleeps fast, not to be awaken'd while the Tide of Pleasure continues to flow, or till something dark and dreadful brings us to ourselves again."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)