Date: 1731
"Secondly, Neither doth every Involuntary Phantasm, or such as the Soul is not Conscious to it self to have purposely excited or raised up within it self, seem to be a Sensation or Perception of a thing, as existing without us; for there may be Straggling Phantasms, which come into the Mind we kn...
preview | full record— Cudworth, Ralph (1617-1688)
Date: June 22, 1731
"A heavy Melancholy clouds my Spirits; my Imagination is fill'd with gashly Forms of dreary Graves, and Bodies chang'd by Death,--when the pale lengthen'd Visage attracks each weeping Eye,--and fills the musing Soul, at once, with Grief and Horror, Pity and Aversion."
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Date: 1731
"Shalt thou inflame me thus,--Unseat my Soul; / Tear out wrong'd Patience from my bleeding Heart, / And work me into Tempest!"
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1731
"Conflicting Passions blast the bad Man's Hopes, / And all his Thoughts are Whirlwind!"
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Date: 1733-4
"Better for Us, perhaps, it might appear, / Were there all harmony, all virtue here; / That never air or ocean felt the wind; /That never passion discompos'd the mind: / But All subsists by elemental strife; / And Passions are the Elements of life. "
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1733-4
"On Life's vast ocean diversely we sail, / Reason the card, but Passion is the gale."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1733-4
"A mightier Pow'r the strong direction sends, / And sev'ral Men impels to sev'ral ends. / Like varying winds, by other passions tost, / This drives them constant to a certain coast."
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Date: 1734
"My frame of nature is a ruffled sea, / And my disease the tempest."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1734
"Is then my heart to all the world beside / Softer than melting wax or summer snow, / But to myself harder than adamant?"
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1734
"I'm in a raging storm, / Where seas and skies are blended, while my soul / Like some light worthless chip of floating cork / Is tost from wave to wave."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)