Date: 1719

"She freely gave him up her conquer'd Heart"

— Breval, John Durant (1680/81-1738)

Date: 1719

"A thousand Fears invade / And fill my Mind with Pain"

— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)

Date: 1719

"Than from this Mind, O! venerable Shade, / Th'Impression be eras'd thy Words have made."

— Breval, John Durant (1680/81-1738)

Date: 1719

"So perfect Gold no more excells the Brass, / Than Love of Soul doth Love of Body pass."

— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)

Date: 1719

One may be "Beneath a spreading Poplar's Shade, / By no uneasy Passions press'd, (Which now in Crowds insult my Breast)"

— Pack, Richardson (1682-1742)

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."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1719

"In you he liv'd, with yours his Soul was mixt, / As meeting Streams that flow promiscuous on."

— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)

Date: 1719

"Pensive and pale desponding / Albion sate, / And hourly waited her impending Fate; / 'Till George arose, in every Grace design'd, / To stop the Ruin, and defend Mankind, / To break the Fetters which our selves had wrought, / And free from Bondage the aspiring Thought."

— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)

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."

— 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"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)