Date: 1702-1713, 1989
"The tyrant passions tread fair meritt down / & their proud thrones erect above the crown"
preview | full record— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)
Date: w. 1702-1713
"Loos'd from ye chains of flesh his freer mind / Rose up to sacred love, / To perfect saint or seraphim refin'd, / Quitting his lump of clay, / As subtle spirits fume away / Loos'd from their earth they upward mount, they flye, / They light, they shine, & blaze along the skye."
preview | full record— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)
Date: 1713, 1719
"Try the blest Change, and quit your Gown / To share the Pleasures of the Poor; / There free from Pomp and Equipage, carouse, / Unlade your Mind of Business, and unbend your Brows."
preview | full record— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)
Date: 1713
"[I]mpetuous Passions" may "toss the Soul, /And Tides of boiling Blood reluctant roll."
preview | full record— Trapp, Joseph (1679-1747)
Date: 1713
"Imperial Reason keeps her awful Throne, / Above the Tumult reigns unmov'd alone: / At her Command intestine Discords cease, / And all th' inferiour Pow'rs lie hush'd in Peace."
preview | full record— Trapp, Joseph (1679-1747)
Date: 1713, 1729
"Scarce had we pass'd six Bumpers round, / When lo! by wond'rous Pow'r, I found / My Reason had assum'd its Throne, / And all the Fumes of Love were gone."
preview | full record— Carey, Henry (1687-1743)
Date: 1713
"The hero's presence deep impression makes; / The scenes his soul and body re-unite / Furnish a voice, produce him to the sight."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1713
"Now a Dead Sea thou'lt represent, / A Calm of stupid Discontent, / Then, dashing on the Rocks wilt rage into a Storm."
preview | full record— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)
Date: 1713
"On Sleep intruding dost thy Shadows spread, / Thy gloomy Terrours round the silent Bed, / And croud with boading Dreams the Melancholy Head."
preview | full record— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)
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)