Date: 1726, 1753
"Such contraries almighty wisdom finds, / And stamps on human minds."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1726, 1753
"As fire, by nature, climbs direct, and bright, / And beams, in spotless rays, a shining light; / But if some gross obstruction stops its way, / Smokes in low curls, and scents the sullied day: / So love, itself, untainted, and refin'd, / Borrows a tincture, from the colour'd mind."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1726, 1753
"The great grow greater, while its force they prove, / But little hearts want room, and cripple love."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1726, 1781
In Bedlam a "shiv'ring Monarch keeps his awful Court, / And far and wide, as boundless Thought can stray, / Extends a vast imaginary Sway"
preview | full record— Fitzgerald, Thomas (1695-1752)
Date: 1726
"My breast, O WALPOLE, glows with grateful fire / The streams of Royal bounty, turn'd by Thee, / Refresh the dry domains of poesy."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1726
"The Year, yet pleasing, but declining fast, / Soft, o'er the secret Soul, in gentle Gales, / A Philosophic Melancholly breathes, / And bears the swelling Thought aloft to Heaven."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1726
"NOW, giddy Youth, whom headlong Passions fire, / Rouse the wild Game, and stain the guiltless Grove, / With Violence, and Death; yet call it Sport."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1726
"Whitening, the angry Billows rowl immense, / And roar their Terrors, thro' the shuddering Soul / Of feeble Man, amidst their Fury caught, / And, dash'd upon his Fate."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1726
"O! teach me what is Good! teach me thy self! / Save me from Folly, Vanity and Vice, / From every low Pursuit! and feed my Soul, / With Knowledge, conscious Peace, and Vertue pure, / Sacred, substantial, never-fading Bliss!"
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1726
"Society divine! Immortal Minds! / Still visit thus my Nights, for you reserv'd, / And mount my soaring Soul to Deeds like yours."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)


