Date: 1760-7
"The very idea of so noble, so refined, so immaterial, and so exalted a being as the Anima, or even the Animus, taking up her residence, and sitting dabbling, like a tad-pole, all day long, both summer and winter, in a puddle,--or in a liquid of any kind, how thick or thin soever, he would say, s...
preview | full record— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)
Date: 1760-7
"Now don't let Satan, my dear girl, in this chapter, take advantage of any one spot of rising-ground to get astride of your imagination, if you can any ways help it; or if he is so nimble as to slip on,--let me beg of you, like an unback'd filly, to frisk it, to squirt it, to jump it, to rear it,...
preview | full record— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)
Date: 1762
"Therefore, I have no one notion, / That is not form'd, like the designing / Of the peristaltick motion; / Vermicular; twisting and twining; / Going to work / Just like a bottle-skrew upon a cork."
preview | full record— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)
Date: October 10, 1769
"My imagination without wing or broom stick off mounts aloft, rises into ye Regions of pure space, and without lett or impediment bears me to your fireside, where you can set me in your easy chair, and we talk and reason, as angel Host and guest Aetherial should do, of high and important matters."
preview | full record— Montagu [née Robinson], Elizabeth (1718-1800)
Date: 1773
"But reasoning with a man under the influence of any passion is like endeavouring to stop a wild horse, who becomes more violent from being pursued."
preview | full record— Graves, Richard (1715-1804)
Date: 1775, 1776
"'Let Meekness as a dove / 'Brood in man's heart the sacred acts of Love."
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: 1779
"Sorrow may well possess the mind / That feeds where thorns and thistles grow"
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)
Date: 1782
Reveries are "flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought" and don't attain "to the dignity of thought"
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)
Date: 1782
The mind may slumber sweetly in vice's snares, her "polish'd neck" bent beneath tyranny's "usurp'd command"
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)
Date: 1782
"His passions tamed and all at his control, / How perfect the composure of his soul!"
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)