Date: 1693
"Thy Soul retir'd to her inmost Room, / Dreading the Pressure of the Stroke to come"
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Date: 1693
"And when a Soul of large Dimensions comes / T' inform the human flesh--compacted Rooms, / The gladsome Fabrick full of Beauty shows"
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Date: 1693
"No, I will break this House of Clay, / Which clogs my fleeter Thoughts and Mind."
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Date: 1693
"Condemn'd in this dark Prison must I here, / Watch till the Trumpet strike mine Ear? / Must I ne'er know thy Goodness and thy Love, / Because I did transgress thy Will above? / Must Clouds and Vapours still obscure my Mind?"
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Date: 1693
"Some Glances of a State that's past I find, / Take up the Corners of my thoughtful Mind, / As cover'd Embers when they're blown, create / A Flame, and represent my former State."
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Date: 1716
"If midst of Thoughts that crowd into thy Mind, / The Care of absent Friends a Place can find, / Retire a while from Warlike Noise and Throng / Into thy inmost Tent, and listen to my Song."
preview | full record— Monck [née Molesworth], Mary (1677?-1715)
Date: 1733, 1748
Memory is a "Surprising storehouse! in whose narrow womb / All things, the past, the present, and to come, / Find ample space, and large and mighty room."
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Date: 1753
Man stole the "Mimic Arts at first from Heav'n ... To fill the fairest Mansions of the Soul"
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Date: 1753
Locke's "guiding Hand th'ideal Blank explores, / And opens wide the Senses' various Doors, / Thro' which the thronging Thoughts their Passage find, / In social Tribes, and stock the peopled Mind."
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Date: 1754
"O, come; indignant, drive out, far beyond/ The utmost Precincts of the human Breast, / Beyond the Springs of Hope, the Cells of Joy, / And ev'ry Mansion where a Virtue lives; / O drive far off, for ever drive that Bane, / That hideous Pest, engender'd deep in Hell, / Where Stygian Glooms condens...
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