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Date: 1686, 1712
"But while confin'd to this dark Cell I lie, / My captive Soul can't reach its native Sky"
preview | full record— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)
Date: 1686, 1712
"When first my Soul put on its fleshly Load, / It was Imprison'd in the dark Abode; / My Feet were Fetters, my Hands Manacles, / My Sinews Chains, and all Confinement else; / My Bones the Bars of my loath'd Prison grate; / My Tongue the Turn-key, and my Mouth the Gate."
preview | full record— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)
Date: 1716
"If midst of Thoughts that crowd into thy Mind, / The Care of absent Friends a Place can find, / Retire a while from Warlike Noise and Throng / Into thy inmost Tent, and listen to my Song."
preview | full record— Monck [née Molesworth], Mary (1677?-1715)
