Date: 1742, 1777
"The heart, mean while, is empty of all enjoyment: And the mind, unsupported by its proper objects, sinks into the deepest sorrow and dejection."
preview | full record— Hume, David (1711-1776)
Date: 1743
"This wings its Way to its Almighty Source, / The Witness of its Actions, now its Judge: / That drops into the dark and noisome Grave, / Like a disabled Pitcher of no Use."
preview | full record— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)
Date: 1744, 1746
"That with the vivid energy of sense, / The truth of Nature, which with Attic point / And kind well temper'd satire, smoothly keen, / Steals through the soul, and without pain corrects."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"My fluttering Soul was all on Wing to find Thee, / My Love! my Sigismunda!"
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"But This, my Friend, these stormy Gusts of Pride / Are foreign to my Love--Till Sigismunda / Be disabus'd, my Breast is Tumult all, / And can obey no settled Course of Reason. / I see Her still, I feel her powerful Image!"
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"Thought drives on Thought, on Passions Passions roll; / Her Smiles alone can calm my raging Soul."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"Wild as Winds, / And fighting Seas, he raves. His Passions mix, / With ceaseless Rage, all in each giddy Moment."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1746
"Now, while I taste the Sweetness of the Shade, / While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in Noon, / Now come, bold Fancy, spread a daring Flight, / And view the Wonders of the torrid Zone."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1746
"He framed a melting lay, to try her heart; / And, if an infant passion struggled there, / To call that passion forth."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1746
"While there with thee the enchanted round I walk, / The regulated wild, gay Fancy then / Will tread in thought the groves of attic land; / Will from thy standard taste refine her own, / Correct her pencil to the purest truth / Of Nature, or, the unimpassion'd shades / Forsaking, raise it to the ...
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)