Date: 1707
"Lost in Labyrinths of Love, / My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns, / While Fear and Rage / With Hope engage, / And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns."
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Date: 1707
"What shall I say, or whither turn? / With Grief, and Rage, and Love, I burn: From Thought to Thought my Soul is toss'd, / And in the Whirle of Passion lost."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Since the same Flame, by different Ways express'd, / Glows in the Heroe's and the Poet's Breast."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"I love, my Aribert; I doat to Death: / The raging Flame has touch'd my Heart, my Brain, / And Madness will ensue."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Oh! thou hast touch'd me with the sacred Theme, / And my cold Heart is kindled at thy Flame; / An active Hope grows busie in my Breast, / And something tells me we shall both be blest."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Then think what Thoughts invade the gazing King; / Catch'd with the sudden Flame, at once he burns, / At once he flies resistless on his Prey."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Hap'ly some noble Youth shall in your Breast / Kindle the pure, the gentle Flame, and prove / As dear to you, as Aribert to me."
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Date: 1713
Thus o'er the dying Lamp th'unsteady Flame / Hang's quiv'ring on a Point, leap's off by Fits, / And fall's again, as loath to quit its Hold / --Thou must not go, my Soul still hover's o'er thee / And can't get loose."
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Date: 1713
"Whene'er he speaks of thee, his Heart's in Flames, / He sends out all his Soul in ev'ry Word, / And thinks, and talks, and looks like one transported."
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Date: 1713
"I've been surprized in an unguarded Hour, / But must not now go back: The Love, that lay / Half smother'd in my Breast, has broke through all / Its weak Restraints, and burn's in its full Lustre, / I cannot, if I wou'd, conceal it from thee."
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