Date: 1703, 1718
One's breast may become "a Den of salvage Passions, left / Without a Keeper, loose and unconfin'd"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1703
"Weary'd at last, curst Hymen's Aid I chose; / But find the fetter'd Soul has no Repose."
preview | full record— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)
Date: 1703
"Distorted Nature shakes at the Controul, / With strong Convulsions rends my strugling Soul; / Each vital String cracks with th' unequal Strife, / Departing Love racks like departing Life; / Yet there the Sorrow ceases with the Breath, / But Love each day renews th' torturing scene of Death."
preview | full record— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)
Date: 1703
"Kings may our Hands with Iron Fetters bind, / With Chains severer, you secure the Mind."
preview | full record— Oldmixon, John (1672/3-1742)
Date: 1703
"So low it [my Condition] sinks me, by my Stile you'll find, / My Body's less in bondage than my Mind."
preview | full record— Oldmixon, John (1672/3-1742)
Date: 1703
"Man in himself a little World contains / A Soul not subject or to Bonds or Chains."
preview | full record— Oldmixon, John (1672/3-1742)
Date: 1703
"My Father! oh let me unlade my Breast, / Pour out the fullness of my Soul before you, / Show ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful Thought, / This wond'rous Goodness stirs."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"A rising storm of Passion shook her Breast, / Her Eyes a piteous show'r of Tears let fall, / And then she sigh'd as if her Heart were breaking."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid, / Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes; / Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, / Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking. / Within her rising Bosom all was calm, / As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only / Are ge...
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"I found my Heart no more beat high with Transport, / No more I sigh'd, and languish'd for Enjoyment, / 'Twas past, and Reason took her turn to reign, / While ev'ry Weakness fell before her Throne."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)