Date: 1700
"Black throngs of Woes invade my frighted Soul, / As crowding Billows on each other roll."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1700
"The Lamp of Life burns dimly in my Breast, / Soon from its beating toil my weary Heart will rest."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1700
"He oft reflected on the sacred Guest, / Which had her fixt abode within his Breast, / And in his Works her God-like Form exprest."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)