Date: 1727
"'Fear not,' he said, 'Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence, / And inward storm!'"
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Date: 1728
"When Love in an impetuous Torrent flows, / How vainly Reason would its Force oppose; / Hurl'd down the Stream, like Flowers before the Wind, / She leaves to Love, the Empire of the Mind."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1728
"Can / The stormy Passions in his Bosom rowl, / While every Gale is Peace, and every Grove / Is Melody?"
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1728
Strait the fierce Storm involves his Mind anew, / Flames thro' the Nerves, and boils along the Veins; / While anxious Doubt distracts the tortur'd Heart; / For even the sad Assurance of his Fears / Were Heaven to what he feels."
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Date: 1728
One may lull his raging Thoughts to rest "And calm the Tempest rising in [his] Breast"
preview | full record— Pattison, William (1706-1727)
Date: 1713, 1729
Bacchus may calm a stormy soul and "place ... Reason in its Throne again"
preview | full record— Carey, Henry (1687-1743)
Date: 1729
"Zephyrs, that oft, where lovers list'ning lie, / Along the grove, in melting music die, / And in lone caves to minds poetic roll / Seraphic whispers, that abstract the soul."
preview | full record— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)
Date: 1730
"Tho' his capacious Head, the sacred Ark! / Where a whole World of Science does imbark, / Has steer'd and labour'd all it can, / As Reason fill'd the Sail, / Yet what does all this fruitless search avail?"
preview | full record— Woodward, George (b. 1708?)
Date: 1730
"Close crowds the shining atmosphere; and binds / Our strengthen'd bodies in its cold embrace, / Constringent; feeds, and animates our blood; / Refines our spirits, through the new-strung nerves, / In swifter sallies darting to the brain; / Where sits the soul, intense, collected, cool, / Bright ...
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1730, 1744, 1746
"He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting germs, / Marks the first bud, and sucks the healthful gale / Into his freshen'd soul; her genial hours / He full enjoys; and not a beauty blows, / And not an opening blossom breathes in vain."
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