Date: 1746
"Now, while I taste the Sweetness of the Shade, / While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in Noon, / Now come, bold Fancy, spread a daring Flight, / And view the Wonders of the torrid Zone."
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Date: 1746
"He framed a melting lay, to try her heart; / And, if an infant passion struggled there, / To call that passion forth."
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Date: 1746
"While there with thee the enchanted round I walk, / The regulated wild, gay Fancy then / Will tread in thought the groves of attic land; / Will from thy standard taste refine her own, / Correct her pencil to the purest truth / Of Nature, or, the unimpassion'd shades / Forsaking, raise it to the ...
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Date: 1746
"Man, in a storm of passions daily whirl'd, / Lives but the jest, and riddle of the world."
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Date: 1746
"As the grave sage, who studies to explore, / Some cause phaenonimous--unknown before, / With patience waits--revolving in his mind / The vast events--attending human kind, / Till some propitious star his soul inspires, / And gives the great solution he requires."
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Date: 1746, 1749
"For Peace and War succeed by Turns in Love, / And while tempestuous these Emotions roll, / And float with blind Disorder in the Soul."
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Date: November 1752, 1791
"Illustrious name, irrefragable proof / Of man's vast genius, and the soaring soul!"
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Date: 1757, 1758, 1771, 1777
"Before my wondering sense new phantoms dance, / And stamp their horrid shapes upon my brain."
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Date: 1758, 1781
"Hence then the Cause of all Defects is seen, / one wrong Movement spoils the whole Machine."
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Date: 1758, 1781
"Alas! All Souls are subject to like Fate, / All sympathizing with the Body's State; / Let the fierce Fever burn thro' ev'ry Vein, / And drive the madding Fury to the Brain, / Nought can the Fervour of his Frenzy cool, / But Aristotle's self's a Parish Fool!"
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