Date: 1660
"A silent night inhabits my sad breast, / And now no chearful thought will be my guest."
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Date: 1682
"A Crowd of Vertues fill your Princely Breast."
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Date: 1695
"The busie Crowd fills all the labouring Brain, / Bright Fancy's Work-house, where close Cells contain / Of Forms and Images an endless Train, / Which thither thro' the waking Senses glide, / And in fair Mem'ry's Magazine abide."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1695
"Compos'd of these, light Scenes and Shows appear, / Which still employ the restless Theater. / Divinely mov'd, the Airy Figures take / Their several Ranks, and this bright Vision make."
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Date: 1696
"Pitty would not now at least /Have been a stranger to her Breast"
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Date: 1697
"It reach'd the inmost Marrow of the Brain / Where we perceive our Pleasures, and our Pain. / There where the Soul upon her Throne abides, / And from our Sight conceal'd her Empire guides: / Do's various Orders various Tasks dispence, / To all th'inferiour Ministers of Sence."
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Date: 1697
"Our Senses to the Mind while lodg'd in Clay, / Do all their various Images convey. / Things that we tast, and feel, and see, afford / The Seeds of Thought with which our Minds are stor'd."
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Date: 1705
"It did the curious Instruments confound, / And all the winding Labarynths of Sound, / The charming Musick-Rooms, that entertain / The Soul high seated in her Throne the Brain."
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Date: 1705
A bullet may efface "The num'rous Lodgings, which did entertain / All Mem'ry's crowded Guests, and Fancy's aeiry Train."
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Date: 1711
"These active Liquors, which Admission find / Thro' the strait Paths, and leave the coarse behind, / Swift to the inmost Rooms their Passage beat, / And crowd around the Soul's Imperial Seat."
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