Date: 1715
"My Soul is up in Arms, my injur'd Honour, / Impatient of the Wrong, calls for Revenge."
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Date: 1718
"The Mind, e'er Guilt had Man undone, / With Heav'nly Lustre, like blest Seraphs, shone."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1718
"The Soul is darker than the deepest Cave, / Hard as the Rock, and colder than the Grave"
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Date: 1718
"But the sweet Bowl's intoxicating Fume / Will by degrees our vanquish'd Sense benumb, / And o'er the Mind diffuse Egyptian Gloom."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1718
"Now Nightly Horrors cease to haunt the Head, / And we no more familiar Danger dread."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1718
"Should you presumptuous, quit your safer Ground, / And seek the utmost Lines, which Vertue bound, / And on the Frontier to engage the Foe, With Reason 's weak collected Forces go, / You'll soon those nice, ill-guarded Limits pass, / Throw down your Arms, and fond her Feet embrace, / In her soft ...
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1721
"My Heart do's like soft Wax relent, / And midst my Bowels flow"
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Date: 1721
"Our Soul, as from a broken Snare / A Bird escapes, is fled."
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Date: 1722
"Vertues, and Vices, are to Realms confin'd: / And, Climates give a Tincture to the Mind."
preview | full record— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)
Date: 1723
"The Cells, and little Lodgings, Thou canst see / In Mem'ry's Hoards and secret Treasury; / Dost the dark Cave of each Idea spy, / And see'st how rang'd the crouded Lodgers lye; / How some, when beckon'd by the Soul, awake, / While peaceful Rest their uncall'd Neighbours take."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)