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)
Date: 1723
"For, trust me, Love (that Inmate of the Mind) / Is very much mistaken by Mankind / For which too often is misunderstood / The sudden Rage and Madness of the Blood."
preview | full record— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)
Date: 1723
"And now his Spirits by the Impulse move / Of the new Guest [Love], while soft unpractis'd Pains / Throb in his Breast and thrill along his Veins."
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Date: 1724, 1755
"Such Verse where Fear and humble Passion speak, / Where crowding Thoughts in soft Confusion break"
preview | full record— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)
Date: 1724
"yet the soul, / Like a soft babe, inur'd to foolish fondness, / Is hard to wean from wailing."
preview | full record— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)
Date: 1724
"My thoughts are furies all!--and turn upon me! / I feel their whips!--They lash me with remorse! / My brain grows hot!--Hell glows in my mad bosom!"
preview | full record— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)
Date: 1725
In composition " Where chance presides, all objects wildly join'd, / Crowd on the reader, and distract his mind; / From theme to theme unwilling is he tost, / And in the dark variety is lost"
preview | full record— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)
Date: 1725
"A glorious train of images may find, / Preventing hope, and crowding on the mind."
preview | full record— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)
Date: 1727
"Adieu fond Hopes, fantastick Cares, / Ye killing Joys, ye pleasing Pains, / My Soul for better Guests prepares, / Reason restor'd, and Virtue reigns."
preview | full record— Somervile, William (1675-1742)
Date: w. 1718, 1727
"Methinks as thrown upon some Fairy Land, / Amaz'd we know not how, nor where we stand; / While tripping Phantoms to the Sight advance, / And gay Ideas lead the mazy Dance."
preview | full record— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)