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Date: 1724

"Ha!--what a shoot was there!--my blood boils in me! / Flames wind about my breast--my brain burns red, / And my eyes swim in a blue sea of sulphur!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

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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."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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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."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: 1726, 1753

"Excited, thus, the smother'd fire, at length, / Bursts into blaze, and burns, with open strength: / That image, which, before, but sooth'd the mind, / Now lords it there, and rages, unconfined"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1726, 1753

"But I have err'd; and, with delirious aim, / Would picture motion, and imprison flame. / He, who can light'ning's flash, to colours, bind, / May paint love's influence, on the burning mind."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1728

Say, "How Fancy every Shape puts on? / How kindling Sparks her Form compose, / And whence the constant-shining Train, / That Mem'ry, or Experience shows?"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

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Date: 1732

"Thus from your eyes united beams conspire, / To kindle in our souls a pleasing fire;"

— Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)

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Date: 1735, 1745

"And Fancy's Fire with Judgment's Temper cools."

— Trapp, Joseph (1679-1747)

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Date: 1735, 1763

"Does mean self-love contract each social aim? / Here publick transports shall thy soul inflame."

— Melmoth, William, the younger (bap. 1710, d. 1799)

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Date: 1736

"THOU, matur'd by glad Hesperian Suns, / Tobacco, Fountain pure of limpid Truth, / That looks the very Soul; whence pouring Thought / Swarms all the Mind; absorpt is yellow Care, / And at each Puff Imagination burns."

— Browne, Isaac Hawkins (1705-1760)

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