Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]
"Reflection is the last and greatest Bliss: / When turning backwards with inverted Eyes, / The Soul it self and all its Charms, surveys, / The deep Impressions of Coelestial Grace / And Image of the Godhead."
preview | full record— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)
Date: 1712 [1706-1721]
"Sir, said the young man, for God’s sake do not stop me, let me go, I cannot without horror look upon that abominable barber; though he is born in a country where all the natives are whites, he resembles an Ethiopian; and when all is come to all, his soul is yet blacker and yet more horrible than...
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Date: 1714, 1723
"The passing Minds their former Load sustain, / Are born, tho' loth, and sheath'd in Flesh again."
preview | full record— Hughes, Jabez (1685-1731)
Date: 1715-1720
"Longinus in his 22d Chapter commends this Figure, as causing a Reader to become a Spectator, and keeping his Mind fixed upon the Action before him."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1715-1720
"To cast one's Eye, means but to reflect upon, or to revolve in one's Mind"
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1715-1720
"Yet should the Fears that wary Mind suggests / Spread their cold Poison thro' our Soldier's Breasts, / My Javelin can revenge so base a Part, / And free the Soul that quivers in thy Heart."
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Date: 1715-1720
"Ill-fated Paris ! Slave to Womankind, / As smooth of Face as fraudulent of Mind"
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Date: 1715-1720
"He sprinkles healing Balmes, to Anguish kind, / And adds Discourse, the Med'cine of the Mind."
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Date: 1715-1720
Aristotle observes, "that when Homer is obliged to describe any thing of itself absurd or too improbable, he constantly contrives to blind and dazle the Judgment of his Readers with some shining Description."
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Date: 1715-1720
"And yet no dire Presage so wounds my Mind, / My Mother's Death, the Ruin of my Kind, / Not Priam 's hoary Hairs defil'd with Gore, / Not all my Brothers gasping on the Shore; / As thine, Andromache!"
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