Date: 1731
"Rage and Despair have broke upon my Soul, / And wash'd away all Patience."
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Date: 1731
"To Night he means, when Triumph's weary Noise / Is hush'd in Darkness, and my Mind, unbent, / Has room for mighty Pleasure, to surprize me; / To pour upon my unexpecting Soul / A Tide of Gladness."
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Date: 1731
"Cruelly kind, press inward, on my Heart; / But fright not Reason, cling not to my Thought, / Blot, blot Remembrance out, strike Home, at Life, / Pour, all at once, Oblivion on my Soul, / And quench me, into Quiet."
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Date: 1739
"Faint is the lesson reason's rules impart: / [Drama] pours it strong and instant through the heart"
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Date: 1745
"For the fair Peace, / The tender Joys of Hymeneal Love, / May Jealousy awak'd, and fell Remorse, / Pour all their fiercest Venom thro' his Breast!"
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Date: 1745
"O how I could reproach Thee, Sigismunda! / Pour out my injur'd Soul in just Complaints!"
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