Date: 1714
"This foolish Woman hangs about my Heart, / Lingers, and wanders in my Fancy still."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1714
"'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom, / Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, / Thou beat'st thy self to Death."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1715
"Thy gentle Temper, / Is form'd with Passions mixt in due Proportion, / Where no one overbears nor plays the Tyrant, / But join in Nature's Business, and thy Happiness: / While mine disdaining Reason and her Laws, / Like all thou can'st imagine wild and furious, / Now drive me head-long on, now w...
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1715
"Oh! Pembroke, 'tis in vain to hide from thee; / For thou hast look'd into my artless Bosom, / And seen at once the Hurry of my Soul."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1715
"Shall thy Soul / Still scorn the World, still flie the Joys that court / Thy blooming Beauty, and thy tender Youth? / Still shall she soar on Contemplation's Wing, / And mix with nothing meaner than the Stars; / As Heaven and Immortality alone / Were Objects worthy to employ her Faculties."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: First performed February 17, 1720.
"My vital Flame / There, like a Taper on the holy Altar, / Shall waste away; till Heav'n relenting hear / Incessant Pray'rs for thee and for my self, / And wing my Soul to meet with thine in Bliss."
preview | full record— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)
Date: February 22, 1723
"Yes, and Cæsar sat / Pensive and silent; in his anxious breast / Perhaps revolving that of all his train, / Who proudly wanton in his mounted rays, / Gay flutt'ring insects of a summer-noon, / How few wou'd bear the wintry storms of fate!"
preview | full record— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)
Date: February 22, 1723
"My lord, recall / Your wandering reason."
preview | full record— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)
Date: 1728
"I know not why it is, but certainly a Woman is the least liable to play the Fool here; perhaps, the Hurry of Diversions and Company keep the Mind in too perpetual a Motion to let it fix on one Object."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1731
"A thousand Wonders, / A thousand Mysteries, at once reveal'd, / Come rushing on my Memory!"
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)