Date: 1720
"A Thousand Transports crowd his Breast."
preview | full record— Ramsay, Allan (1684-1758)
Date: January, 1719; 1720
"Still heavy, at the last my Nose / I prim'd with an inspiring Dose, / Then did the Ideas dance, (dear safe us!) / As they'd been daft."
preview | full record— Ramsay, Allan (1684-1758)
Date: 1727
"With inflected View, / Thence on th' Ideal Kingdom, swift, she turns / Her Eye; and instant, at her virtual Glance, / Th' obedient Phantoms vanish, and appear, / Compound, divide, and into Order shift, / Each to his rank, from plain Perception up / To Notion quite abstract; where first begins / ...
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1730, 1744, 1746
"Ten thousand thousand fleet ideas, such / As never mingled with the vulgar dream, / Crowd fast into the mind's creative eye."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1732
The fancy may own its errors and humbly bow to Reason
preview | full record— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)
Date: 1732
"Malice, and Lust, voracious Birds of Prey, / That out-soar Reason, and our Wishes sway; / Desires' wild Seas, on which the wise are tost, / By Pilot Indolence, are safely crost."
preview | full record— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)
Date: 1743
"For part they must: Body and Soul must part; / Fond Couple! link'd more close than wedded Pair."
preview | full record— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)
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
"With inward view, / Thence on the ideal kingdom swift she turns / Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance, / The obedient phantoms vanish or appear; / Compound, divide, and into order shift, / Each to his rank, from plain perception up / To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1753, 1770
"Tho' liv'd he now he might appeal with scorn / To Lords, Knights, 'Squires and Doctors, yet unborn; / Or justly mad to Moloch's burning fane / Devote the choicest children of his brain."
preview | full record— Armstrong, John (1708/9-1779)