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."
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Date: 1720
"Choice flow'rs of Grace within thy Soul doth spring, / Zion's beautious Birds their chearfull Notes do sing; / The charming Voice of the dear Turtle's heard, / And ev'ry rav'nous Bird hath disappear'd."
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Date: 1721
"For who can hear the Lad complain, / And not participate and feel / His artless undissembled Pain, / Unless he has a Heart of Steel."
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Date: 1721
"Their Hearts made of Stone, or of Steel are, / That are not Adorers of KATE."
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Date: 1726
"The Year, yet pleasing, but declining fast, / Soft, o'er the secret Soul, in gentle Gales, / A Philosophic Melancholly breathes, / And bears the swelling Thought aloft to Heaven."
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Date: 1726
"NOW, giddy Youth, whom headlong Passions fire, / Rouse the wild Game, and stain the guiltless Grove, / With Violence, and Death; yet call it Sport."
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Date: 1726
"Whitening, the angry Billows rowl immense, / And roar their Terrors, thro' the shuddering Soul / Of feeble Man, amidst their Fury caught, / And, dash'd upon his Fate."
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Date: 1726
"O! teach me what is Good! teach me thy self! / Save me from Folly, Vanity and Vice, / From every low Pursuit! and feed my Soul, / With Knowledge, conscious Peace, and Vertue pure, / Sacred, substantial, never-fading Bliss!"
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Date: 1726
"Society divine! Immortal Minds! / Still visit thus my Nights, for you reserv'd, / And mount my soaring Soul to Deeds like yours."
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Date: 1726
"Now, th'Eternal Scheme, / That Dark Perplexity, that Mystic Maze, / Which Sight cou'd never trace, nor Heart conceive, / To Reason's Eye, refin'd, clears up apace."
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