Date: 1730
"What dreadful havoc in the human breast / The passions make, when unconfin'd, and mad, / They burst, unguided by the mental eye, / The light of reason; which in various ways / Points them to good, or turns them back from ill."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1730
"O save me from the tumult of the soul! / From the wild beasts within!"
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1730
"See there the ruins of the noble mind, / When from calm reason passion tears the sway."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1731
"Else, had thy labouring Heart, oppress'd with Meaning, / Shook, like an Earthquake, in Discharge of Passion."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1731
"Shalt thou inflame me thus,--Unseat my Soul; / Tear out wrong'd Patience from my bleeding Heart, / And work me into Tempest!"
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1731
"Cou'd Reason's Force / Tear the unlicens'd Image from my Heart, / Or, patient, leave to Time, th'unhasten'd Means, / To bless my fierce Desires; Who knows what Chance, / Or Death, or Thought, or Woman's changeful Will, / Or my own conquer'd Wishes, may produce."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: June 1, 1732
"Oh! give me way, come all you Furies, come, / Lodge in th'unfurnish'd Chambers of my Heart, / My Heart which never shall be let again / To any Guest but endless Misery, / Never shall have a Bill upon it more."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: June 1, 1732
"Ha! Distraction wild / Begins to wanton in my unhing'd Brain: / Methinks I'm mad, mad as a wild March Hare; / My muddy Brain is addled like an Egg, / My Teeth, like Magpies, chatter in my Head; / My reeling Head! which akes like any mad."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1739
"Base Fear, the Laziness of Lust, gross Appetites, / These are the Ladders, and the groveling Footstool, / From whence the Tyrant rises on our Wrongs, / Secure and scepter'd in the Soul's Servility."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1739
"How poor thy Pow'r, how empty is thy Happiness, / When such a Wretch, as I appear to be, / Can ride thy Temper, harrow up thy Form, / And stretch thy Soul upon the Rack of Passion."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)