Date: 1726
"I have so many Thoughts crowding in upon me, I don't know which first to speak to."
preview | full record— Southerne, Thomas (1659-1746)
Date: 1726
"Come quickly to the rescue of my Love, / Transport me with the dear, dear Sight of you, / Far from the crowding Thoughts of what I owe / To Warcourt, for my Father, and my self:"
preview | full record— Southerne, Thomas (1659-1746)
Date: March 24, 1729
"The Youth whom I to save wou'd die, / Surpasses all Desire; / Love's fatal Dart, enflames my Heart, / And sets me all on Fire."
preview | full record— Coffey, Charles (d. 1745)
Date: March 24, 1729
"The Fish in Innocence secure, / Once tempted by the Bait; / Pursues and snaps the treach'rous Lure, / And meets her certain Fate: / So Virgins when to Love betray'd, / Indulge the pleasing Pain; / The Passion does each Sense invade, / They ne'er are free again."
preview | full record— Coffey, Charles (d. 1745)
Date: 1730
"Cowardice was only the predominant Passion that seiz'd me then, but now I am as valiant as any Man, and by thy supernatural Charms I adore you."
preview | full record— Coffey, Charles (d. 1745)
Date: 1739
"Ask ye what Law their conq'ring Cause confess'd? / Great Nature's Law, the Law within the Breast, / Form'd by no Art, and to no Sect confin'd, / But stamp'd by Heav'n upon th' unletter'd Mind."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1739
"By Personal Freedom I mean that State resulting from Virtue; or Reason ruling in the Breast superior to Appetite and Passion."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1739
"Base Fear, the Laziness of Lust, gross Appetites, / These are the Ladders, and the groveling Footstool, / From whence the Tyrant rises on our Wrongs, / Secure and scepter'd in the Soul's Servility."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1739
"No---in the deep and deadly Damp of Dungeons / The Soul can rear her Sceptre, smile in Anguish, / And triumph o'er Oppression."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1739
"Ye Angels speak! / For ye alone are like her; or present / Such Visions pictur'd to the nightly Eye / Of Fancy trans'd in Bliss."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)