Date: 1693
"Thy Soul retir'd to her inmost Room, / Dreading the Pressure of the Stroke to come"
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Date: 1693
"Receive thy sight! / 'Tis said, 'tis done, a thick and churlish skin / Which stop'd the windows of his Soul within, / Flew off."
preview | full record— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)
Date: 1693
"And when a Soul of large Dimensions comes / T' inform the human flesh--compacted Rooms, / The gladsome Fabrick full of Beauty shows"
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Date: 1693
"No, I will break this House of Clay, / Which clogs my fleeter Thoughts and Mind."
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
Date: 1693
"Condemn'd in this dark Prison must I here, / Watch till the Trumpet strike mine Ear? / Must I ne'er know thy Goodness and thy Love, / Because I did transgress thy Will above? / Must Clouds and Vapours still obscure my Mind?"
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
Date: 1693
"Some Glances of a State that's past I find, / Take up the Corners of my thoughtful Mind, / As cover'd Embers when they're blown, create / A Flame, and represent my former State."
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Date: 1695
Active spirits fly "To the round Palace of th' Immortal Soul, / And thro' the Rooms and dark Apartments roll."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
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."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1696
"Poor thredbare Vertue ne'er admir'd in Court. / But seeks its Refuge in an honest Mind, / There it securely dwells, / Like Anchorets in Cells / Where no Ambition nor wild Lust resorts."
preview | full record— Tutchin, John (1661-1707)