Date: 1712
"And tho' these Spirits, which obsequious go, / Know not the Paths, thro' which they ready flow, / Nor can our Mind instruct them in their Way, / Of all their Roads as ignorant, as they; / Yet seldom erring they attain their End, / And reach that single Part, which we intend."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1712
"How Spirits, which for Sense and Motion serve, / Unguided find the perforated Nerve. / Thro' ev'ry dark Recess pursue their Flight, / Unconscious of the Road and void of Sight, / Yet certain of the End still guide their Motions right."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1723
"Thou see'st from whence her Colours Fancy takes, / Of what Materials she her Pencil makes / By which she paints her Scenes with such Applause, / And in the Brain ten thousand Landskips draws."
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Date: 1723
"Thou know'st the downy Chains that softly bind / Our slumb'ring Sense, when waiting Objects find / No Avenue left open to the Mind."
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Date: 1732
"Thoughts crowd on Thoughts, as Alps on Alps arise, / And Worlds of Wonder open to my Eyes."
preview | full record— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)
Date: 1762
"Thus thro' each diff'rent Track my Thoughts pursue, / Thy lov'd Idea ever meets my View."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1762
"If by the Day's illusive Scenes misled, / My erring Soul from Virtue’s Path has stray'd; / Snar'd by example, or by Passion warm'd, / Some false Delight my giddy Sense has charm'd, / My calmer Thoughts the wretched Choice reprove, / And my best Hopes are center'd in thy Love."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1771, 1776
"The mind untaught / 'Is a dark waste, where fiends and tempests howl; / 'As Phebus to the world, is Science to the soul."
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)
Date: 1771, 1816
"Thus man [like a cataract], the harpy of his own content, / With blust'ring passions, phrensically bent, / Wild in the rapid vortex whirls the soul, / Till reason bursts, impatient of controul."
preview | full record— Maude, Thomas (1718-1798)
Date: 1771, 1816
"But now the wavy conflict tends to peace, / And jarring elements their tumults cease, / Placid below, the stream obsequious flows, / And silent wonders how fell Discord grows./ So the calm mind reviews her tortur'd state, / Resuming reason for the cool debate."
preview | full record— Maude, Thomas (1718-1798)