Date: 1743
"Love still nourishes [the heart] with a temperate Heat, as the Sun doth our Climate; and Beauties rise after Beauties in the one, just as Fruits do in the other"
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1744
"[O]ne would fancy he had chang'd his very Mind too, or, at least, made him leave his Memory in pawn, for the Overplus of Pride he has lent him"
preview | full record— Ralph, James (1705-1762); original author: Thomas Tomkis (f. 1604-1615)
Date: 1744
"In short, Sir, Gold is the true Soul of the World, and the first Mover of all Things."
preview | full record— Ralph, James (1705-1762); original author: Thomas Tomkis (f. 1604-1615)
Date: 1745
"O keep the dear impression on your breast, / Nor idly loose it for a wretched jest.
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"My Brother talks for ever of the Passion, / That fires young Tancred's Breast."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"He says that, tho' he were not nobly born, / Nature has form'd him noble, generous, brave, / Truely magnanimous, and warmly scorning / Whatever bears the smallest Taint of Baseness: / That every easy Virtue is his own; / Not learnt by painful Labour, but inspir'd, / Implanted in his Soul."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
Chiefly one Charm / He in his graceful Character observes: / That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience, / And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature, / Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check / Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper, / And gentle Softness."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"The Duties of his Day / Were all discharg'd, and gratefully enjoy'd / It's noblest Blessings; calm, as Evening Skies, / Was his pure Mind, and lighted up with Hopes / That open Heaven; when, for his last long Sleep / Timely prepar'd, a Lassitude of Life, / A pleasing Weariness of mortal Joy, / F...
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"But when the Practice comes; when our fond Passions, / Pleasure and Pride and Self-Indulgence throw / Their magic Dust around, the Prospect roughens: / Then dreadful Passes, craggy Mountains rise, / Cliffs to be scal'd, and Torrents to be stem'd."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"Few get above this turbid Scene of Strife, / Few gain the Summit, breathe that purest Air, / That heavenly Ether, which untroubled sees / The Storm of Vice and Passion rage below."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)