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Date: 1742

"I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams / Tumultuous; where my wreck'd desponding thought, / From wave to wave of fancied misery, / At random drove, her helm of reason lost."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: 1742

"But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, / Soon close; where pass'd the shaft, no trace is found. / As from the wing no scar the sky retains, / The parted wave no furrow from the keel, / So dies in human hearts the thought of death."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: 1744

"Eternity's vast ocean lies before thee; / There, there, Lorenzo, thy Clarissa sails. / Give thy mind sea-room; keep it wide of earth, / That rock of souls immortal; cut thy cord; / Weigh anchor; spread thy sails; call every wind; / Eye thy great Pole-star; make the land of life."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: 1745

"Let clear-ey'd reason at the helm preside, / Bear to the wind, or stem the furious tide: / Then mirth may urge when reason can explore, / This point the way, that waft us to the shore."

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

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Date: 1745

"Fancy and Sense from an infected shore, / Thy cargo bring; and pestilence the prize."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: 1746

"As gentle winds inflate the spreading sails," "so wealth and glory swell the Pride"

— Ruffhead, James

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Date: April 1750, 1791

"'Tis then, nor sooner, that the restless mind / Shall find itself at home; and like the ark / Fix'd on the mountain-top, shall look-aloft / O'er the vague passage of precarious life; / And, winds and waves and rocks and tempests past, / Enjoy the everlasting calm of Heav'n."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

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Date: 1753

"Trembling, he sees the threatning tempest roll, / And ev'ry rising billow lifts his soul:"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1759

"Dissembling Love his Temper may conceal, / But Wedlock will his hidden Soul unvail; / So distant Ships, at Sea, wear false Disguise, / But show true Colors, when they seize a Prize."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

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Date: 1760

"How short aspiring Reason's vaunted Line, / When stretch'd to search thy Ways, thy Works divine!""

— Langhorne, John (1735-1779)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.