Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us, / And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain, / And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense, / And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense."
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Date: 1706, 1709
"COME let me Love: or is my Mind / Harden'd to Stone, or froze to Ice?"
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Date: 1709, 1810
"Here in a green and shady grove, / Streams of pleasure mix with love: / There beneath the smiling skies / Hills of contemplation rise."
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Date: 1734
"Is then my heart to all the world beside / Softer than melting wax or summer snow, / But to myself harder than adamant?"
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Date: 1734
"I'm in a raging storm, / Where seas and skies are blended, while my soul / Like some light worthless chip of floating cork / Is tost from wave to wave."
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Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"Mind, mind alone, (bear witness, earth and heaven!) / The living fountains in itself contains / Of beauteous and sublime."
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Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
Man was ordained to "To chase each partial purpose from his breast; / And through the mists of passion and of sense, / And through the tossing tide of chance and pain, / To hold his course unfaultering, while the voice / Of truth and virtue, up the steep ascent / Of nature, calls him to his high ...
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Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"And if the gracious power / Who first awaken'd my untutor'd song, / Will to my invocation breathe anew / The tuneful spirit; then through all our paths, / Ne'er shall the sound of this devoted lyre / Be wanting; whether on the rosy mead, / When summer smiles, to warn the melting heart / Of luxur...
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