Date: 1693
"Children, like tender Oziers, take the Bow, / And, as they first are fashion'd always grow."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1693
"Why have I Learn'd, say'st thou, if thus confin'd, / I choak the Noble Vigour of my Mind? / Know, my wild Fig-Tree, which in Rocks is bred, / Will split the Quarry, and shoot out the Head, / Fine Fruits of Learning!"
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1697
"Besides, long causes working in her mind, / And secret seeds of envy, lay behind; / Deep graven in her heart the doom remain'd / Of partial Paris, and her form disdain'd; / The grace bestow'd on ravish'd Ganymed, / Electra's glories, and her injur'd bed."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1712
If "Idola from foul Figures rise, / Their roughness Shocks the Soul, and Wounds the Eyes. / And, as with Spears, which grow from bladed Corn, / Invade the Mind, and make the Senses mourn"
preview | full record— Cobb, Samuel (1675-1713); Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718); Quillet, Claudius (fl.1640-1656)
Date: 1712
"Thro' the Sight's Pores round little Globules steal, / And the charm'd Senses a strange Pleasure feel. / With secret Joy the Soul it self is seiz'd, / And with th'agreeable Idolum pleas'd. / Which wand'ring from the Eyes by Ways unknown, / O'er the soft Bowels and warm Heart is thrown, / ...
preview | full record— Cobb, Samuel (1675-1713); Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718); Quillet, Claudius (fl.1640-1656)
Date: 1727, 1787
"Oak was his heart, his breast with steel / Thrice mail'd, that first the brittle keel / Committed to the murtherous deep."
preview | full record— Welsted, Leonard (1688-1747)
Date: 1746, 1749
"But, since we never from the Breast of Fools / Can root their Passions, yet while Reason rules, / Let her hold forth her Scales with equal Hand, / Justly to punish, as the Crimes demand."
preview | full record— Francis, Philip (1708-1773)
Date: 1765
"That fruit thy covenant may yield, / Which is upon my forehead seal'd, / And on my heart ingraft."
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765
"Thro' rooted vice my spirits fail, / Which o'er my heart an empire wins, / O let thy mercy countervail / To cover all our sins."
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1767
"A heart of oak, and breast of brass / Were his, who first presum'd on seas to pass, / And ever ventur'd to engage, / In a slight skiff, with ocean's desperate rage."
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771); Horace (65 B.C. -8 B.C.)