Date: 1746, 1753
Love "'Tis like soft air, through which admitted light / Peoples pleas'd fancy, and lends shape to sight: / Yet, like that air, disturb'd, man's quiet breaks, / Tempests his reason, and his triumph shakes."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1746
One's sires's "great soul" may respire in one's breast
preview | full record— Ruffhead, James
Date: 1746
"All raving Passions soon wou'd be supprest" is man cou'd "but thro' eternity pervade"
preview | full record— Ruffhead, James
Date: 1747
"Hither beauteous Goddess move, / Leave a while th' Idalian Grove; / Once more to my transported Breast, / Come a mild, a grateful Guest; / There confirm thy pleasing Reign, / Free from Cares, and free from Pain."
preview | full record— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)
Date: 1746; December 17, 1747 [actually January, 1748]
"The Passions ceas’d their loud alarms, / And Virtue’s soft persuasive charms / O’er all their senses stole."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1747
"Come, sinners, to the gospel feast, / Let every soul be Jesu's guest"
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1747-8
"Reflect upon this; and then wilt thou be able to account for, if not to excuse, a projected crime, which has habit to plead for it, in a breast as stormy, as uncontroulable!"
preview | full record— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)
Date: 1748, 1777
"Chaced from the open country, these robbers [i.e., superstitions] fly into the forest, and lie in wait to break in upon every unguarded avenue of the mind, and overwhelm it with religious fears and prejudices."
preview | full record— Hume, David (1711-1776)
Date: 1748
"My bosom had been hitherto a stranger to such a flood of joy as now rushed upon it: My faculties were overborn by the tide"
preview | full record— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)
Date: 1748
"This observation, delivered with a profound sigh, made my heart throb with violence; a crowd of confused ideas rushed upon my imagination, which, while I endeavoured to unravel, my uncle perceived my absence of thought, and tapping me on the shoulder, said, "Oons! are you asleep, Rory!""
preview | full record— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)