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Date: 1773

"My heart in Delia is so fully blest, / It has no room to lodge another joy."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

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Date: 1773

"A thought, enbosom'd in this heart's recess / Shou'd, rising into act--Ah spare the rest!"

— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)

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Date: 1773

"'Grief, like a canker-worm at heart, / 'Had ravag'd from his inmost cell"

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

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Date: 1773

A wasp flies up a lion's nose and "To the extremest verge ascends, / There all his waspish venom spends, / And near the brain's monastic cell / He pours his macerating spell"

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

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Date: 1773

"Sincere Devotion needs no outward shrine: / The Centre of an humble Soul is Thine."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

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Date: 1773

"Legion of Sin! in Smiles delusive drest, / Whose loathsome Cell's the grand Deceiver's breast"

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

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Date: 1774

"Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint, / While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't."

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

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Date: 1774

"Some have imagined that we are induced to acquiesce with greater patience in our own lot, by beholding pictures of life tinged with deeper horrors, and loaded with more excruciating calamities; as, to a person suddenly emerging out of a dark room, the faintest glimmering of twilight assumes a lu...

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

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Date: 1774

"Thus imagination is no unskilful architect; it collects and chuses the materials; and though they may at first lie in a rude and undigested chaos, it in a great measure, by its own force, by means of its associating power, after repeated attempts and transpositions, designs a regular and well-pr...

— Gerard, Alexander (1728-1795)

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Date: 1774, rev. 1787, 1779 in English

"And yet I wish--Oh! my friend, 'tis like drawing a curtain before my heart--only to taste this felicity, and die and expiate my crimes.--My crimes!"

— Goethe, Johann Wolfgang (1749-1832)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.