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Date: 1746, 1753

"Nor sea, nor life, eternal Tempest sweeps, / Hush'd calms succeed it, and the thunder sleeps: / Such, the soft, silent tide, that floods the mind, / To mov'd Compassion's pain-touch'd warmth, inclin'd."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1746, 1753

"Nature loves change--Cold night succeeds to morn: / And pity's dark'ning opposite is Scorn"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1746, 1753

"As in pale churchyards, gleam'd by silent night, / Shou'd some cross'd spectre shade the moon's dim light, / Shudd'ry, the back'ning blood, revolving swift, / Cloggs the press'd heart--stretch'd fibres fail to lift: / Lost, in doubt's hard'ning frost--stopt motion lies, / While sense climbs, gra...

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1746, 1753

Love "'Tis like soft air, through which admitted light / Peoples pleas'd fancy, and lends shape to sight: / Yet, like that air, disturb'd, man's quiet breaks, / Tempests his reason, and his triumph shakes."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1746, 1753

"Heart, voice, mein, visage, all, pay love their aid, / Cupid exacts more strict alliance made; / 'Twixt the mind's states, than, once, 'twixt Europe's, he, / Who bound all princes--yet, left none unfree."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1753

"Now proud, imperial reason, boast thy pow'r!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1753

"E'en while her smile-dress'd beauty fills my eyes, / And life itself pierc'd by the musick, dies, / To shew proud joys, that reason rules 'em all."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1753

"Bless his protective hand, that calls out Arts, / And hail his Empire, o'er a people's hearts."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1753

Love may "To slighted beauty .. new powers impart: / And stretch the aided empire of the heart"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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Date: 1753

"Nature, that form'd you loveliest, doubly kind, / To like perfection, rais'd your conquering mind"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

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