Date: 1752
"All the Reasons on which she had founded her Love, recurred in the strongest and liveliest Colours to her Mind, and all the Causes of her Hatred sunk down and disappeared; or if the least Remembrance of any thing which had disobliged her remained, her Heart became his zealous Advocate, and soon ...
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1752
"A thousand tender Ideas crowded into my Mind"
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1752
"O Heavens! how a thousand little Circumstances crowd into my Mind"
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1753
The heart may a "stranger to those young desires which haunt the fancy and warm breast of youth"
preview | full record— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)
Date: 1753
Locke's "guiding Hand th'ideal Blank explores, / And opens wide the Senses' various Doors, / Thro' which the thronging Thoughts their Passage find, / In social Tribes, and stock the peopled Mind."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1753
Life may still linger "in some of its interior haunts" so that a doctor may immediately order "such applications to the extremities and surface of the body, as might help to concentrate and reinforce the natural heat"
preview | full record— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)
Date: 1753
"Though the soul, like a hermit in his cell, sits quiet in the bosom, unruffled by any tempest of its own, it suffers from the rude blasts of others faults"
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1753
"Though he expressed infinite anxiety and chagrin at this misfortune, which could not fail to raise new obstacles to their love, his heart was a stranger to the uneasiness he affected"
preview | full record— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)
Date: 1753
"[B]ut, notwithstanding the fatigue he had undergone, sleep refused to visit his eye-lids, all his faculties being kept in motion by the ideas that crowded so fast upon his imagination"
preview | full record— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)
Date: 1753, 1770
"Tho' liv'd he now he might appeal with scorn / To Lords, Knights, 'Squires and Doctors, yet unborn; / Or justly mad to Moloch's burning fane / Devote the choicest children of his brain."
preview | full record— Armstrong, John (1708/9-1779)