Date: 1713
"But silent Musings urge the Mind to seek / Something, too high for Syllables to speak; / Till the free Soul to a compos'dness charm'd, / Finding the Elements of Rage disarm'd, / O'er all below a solemn Quiet grown, / Joys in th'inferiour World, and thinks it like her Own."
preview | full record— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)
Date: 1713
"Affection can th' External Senses blind, / And stamps such deep Impressions on the Mind"
preview | full record— Smith, John (fl. 1713)
Date: 1713
"Falsly, the Mortal Part we blame / Of our deprest, and pond'rous Frame, / Which, till the First degrading Sin / Let Thee, its dull Attendant, in, / Still with the Other did comply, / Nor clogg'd the Active Soul, dispos'd to fly, / And range the Mansions of it's native Sky."
preview | full record— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)
Date: 1714, 1735
" What cruel Dæmon haunts my tortur'd Mind? / Sure, if 'twere Love, I shou'd th'Invader find;"
preview | full record— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)
Date: 1714 [1712, 1717]
"As on the Nosegay in her Breast reclin'd, / He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her Mind, / Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her Art, / An Earthly Lover lurking at her Heart."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1716
"O then, from such Idolatry refrain, To worship the Chimeras of your Brain."
preview | full record— Anonymous
Date: 1717
One may strive "On every Subject's Heart to seal his Love ... What Breast so hard? what Heart of human make, / But softning did the kind Impression take?"
preview | full record— Duke, Richard (1658-1711)
Date: 1717
"I render back the Treasure of thy Heart: / When in some new fair Breast it finds a Room, And I shall lie neglected in my Tomb; / Remember, oh! remember, the fair She / Can never love thee, darling Youth! like me."
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)
Date: 1717
"But Man would yet look wondrous wise. / And equal Chains of Thought devise."
preview | full record— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)
Date: 1718
"His Arms were folded in the pensive kind, / And rough-rowl'd Front disclos'd the ruffled Mind."
preview | full record— Purney, Thomas (1695-1730?)