Date: 1712
"The Crimson Jets rais'd with Elastic Force / Swift to the Seats of Sense pursue their Course; / Arterial Streams thro' the soft Brain diffuse, / And water all its Fields with vital Dews."
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Date: 1715
"A Soul, of heavenly Seed, of Angel-kind, / And marry'd Matter with Immortal Mind?"
preview | full record— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)
Date: 1717
"These Instances, which true in Fact we find, / Apply we to the Culture of the Mind."
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Date: 1717
"This Soil, in early Youth improv'd with Care, / The Seeds of gentle Science best will bear"
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Date: 1718
"Knowledge Divine they by degrees bestow'd, / And with blest Seed your Heart industrious sow'd, / Whence verdant Issues soon began to shoot; / A Bloom ensu'd, that promis'd generous Fruit."
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Date: 1718
"Drawn by their Pray'r, from Heav'n descending Dews / Cheer the fair Plant, and Heat Divine infuse: / While watchful they destroy'd the springing Weeds, / Baneful to Virtue, which our Bosom breeds, / Nature's spontaneous Growth, that no Assistant needs."
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Date: 1718
"A Blow of Virtues, all of heav'nly Kind, / Mingled their Beauties, and adorn'd your Mind."
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Date: 1718
"You from your Breast must root Religion's Weed, / Not only sin, but disbelieve your Creed."
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Date: 1718
"May not this cheering Breath, this soothing Air, / Nourish too fast Vain-Glory's secret Root, / And make its rank pernicious Branches shoot, / Till on your Mind they baneful Blossoms spread, / And drop malignant Dews on Virtue's tender Head?"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1720
"Choice flow'rs of Grace within thy Soul doth spring, / Zion's beautious Birds their chearfull Notes do sing; / The charming Voice of the dear Turtle's heard, / And ev'ry rav'nous Bird hath disappear'd."
preview | full record— Pennecuik, Alexander (d. 1730)