Date: 1725
"What silly Notions crowd the clouded Mind, / That is thro' want of Education blind!"
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Date: 1730
"All deaths, all tortures, in one pang combin'd, / Are gentle to the tempest of the mind."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"The Duties of his Day / Were all discharg'd, and gratefully enjoy'd / It's noblest Blessings; calm, as Evening Skies, / Was his pure Mind, and lighted up with Hopes / That open Heaven; when, for his last long Sleep / Timely prepar'd, a Lassitude of Life, / A pleasing Weariness of mortal Joy, / F...
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Date: 1745
"Few get above this turbid Scene of Strife, / Few gain the Summit, breathe that purest Air, / That heavenly Ether, which untroubled sees / The Storm of Vice and Passion rage below."
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Date: 1745
"Tho' practis'd long in Courts, / I have not so far learn'd their subtle Trade, / To veer obedient with each Gust of Passion."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"Oh! Words are weak, / To paint the Pangs, the Rage, the Indignation; / That whirl'd from Thought to Thought my Soul in Tempest, / Now on the Point to burst, and now by Shame / Repress'd."
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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!"
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Date: 1745
"At first his Passions burst / Quick as the Lightning's Flash: but in his Breast / Honour and Justice dwell--Trust me, to Reason / He will return."
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Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757
"Clouds, all the while have hung upon thy brow, / Nor broke, nor parted by one gleam of joy."
preview | full record— Home, John (1722-1808)
Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757
"Darkly a project peers upon my mind, / Like the red moon when rising in the east, / Cross'd and divided by strange-colour'd clouds."
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