Date: 1715-1720
"And yet no dire Presage so wounds my Mind, / My Mother's Death, the Ruin of my Kind, / Not Priam 's hoary Hairs defil'd with Gore, / Not all my Brothers gasping on the Shore; / As thine, Andromache!"
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1716
"My ravish'd Heart strait like a Bird of Prey / Stoop'd at the Lure; And thus my early Youth / Was by vain Thoughts bewildred and mis-led."
preview | full record— Monck [née Molesworth], Mary (1677?-1715)
Date: 1717
"But Man would yet look wondrous wise. / And equal Chains of Thought devise."
preview | full record— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)
Date: 1719
"He forms our generals for the field, / With all their dreadful skill; / Gives them his awful sword to wield, / And makes their hearts of steel."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1719
"My soul is like a wilderness, / Where beasts of midnight howl; / There the sad raven finds her place, / And there the screaming owl."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1719
"Hard was his Heart, inclos'd in Folds of Brass, / Who in a feeble Bark first boldly try'd / The Watry Path and Region of the Seas, /And adverse Winds and swelling Waves defy'd"
preview | full record— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)
Date: 1721
"My Heart do's like soft Wax relent, / And midst my Bowels flow"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1721
"Bless God, who did not give our Soul / To their sharp Teeth a Prey."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1721
"Our Soul, as from a broken Snare / A Bird escapes, is fled."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1724, 1787
"Sure thou wilt weep, and tender sorrows feel; / Nor flint thy heart, nor is thy breast of steel."
preview | full record— Welsted, Leonard (1688-1747)