Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"In vain they lavish all their cruel Arts, / And bind this feeble Body here in vain; / The free, impassive Soul mounts on the Wing, / Beyond the reach of Racks, and tort'ring Flames, / And scorns their Tyranny."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Fly swift as Thought, and set her free this Moment, / Or by my injur'd Love, a Name more sacred / Than all your Function knows, your Gods and you, / Your Temples, Altars, and your painted Shrines, / Your holy Trumpery shall blaze together."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Call back your Thoughts from each deluding Passion, / And wing your parting Soul for her last Flight."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Tho' at the Musick of thy Voice, I own, / My Soul is husht, it sinks into a Calm, / And takes sure Omen of its Peace from thee."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Curst be your Looks, your Tongues, and your false Arts, / That cheat our Eyes, and wound our easie Hearts."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Perhaps, indeed, such are your wandring Brains, / Our Author might haue spar'd his Tragick Pains."
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Date: 1713
Thus o'er the dying Lamp th'unsteady Flame / Hang's quiv'ring on a Point, leap's off by Fits, / And fall's again, as loath to quit its Hold / --Thou must not go, my Soul still hover's o'er thee / And can't get loose."
preview | full record— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)
Date: 1713
"Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof: / Put forth thy utmost Strength, work ev'ry Nerve, / And call up all thy Father in thy Soul: / To quell the Tyrant Love, and guard thy Heart / On this weak Side, where most our Nature fails, / Would be a Conquest worthy Cato's Son."
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Date: 1713
"Pardon a weak distemper'd Soul, that swells / With sudden Gusts, and sinks as soon in Calms, / The Sport of Passions."
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Date: 1713
"Alas, thy Story melts away my Soul."
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