Date: 1712

"When threat'ning Tides of Rage and Anger rise, / Usurp the Throne, and Reason's Sway despise, / When in the Seats of Life this Tempest reigns, / Beats thro' the Heart, and drives along the Veins, / See, Eloquence with Force perswasive binds / The restless Waves, and charms the warring Winds: Res...

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1712

"The Crimson Jets rais'd with Elastic Force / Swift to the Seats of Sense pursue their Course; / Arterial Streams thro' the soft Brain diffuse, / And water all its Fields with vital Dews."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1712

"By Day her Thoughts in never-ceasing Streams / Flow clear, by Night they strive in troubled Dreams."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1713

"Alas, thy Story melts away my Soul."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"[I]mpetuous Passions" may "toss the Soul, /And Tides of boiling Blood reluctant roll."

— Trapp, Joseph (1679-1747)

Date: 1713

"Now a Dead Sea thou'lt represent, / A Calm of stupid Discontent, / Then, dashing on the Rocks wilt rage into a Storm."

— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)

Date: 1714

"Unhappy Sex! Whose easie yielding Temper / Gives Way to every Appetite alike; / Each gust of Inclination, uncontroul'd, / Sweeps thro' their Souls, and sets 'em in an uproar; / Each Motion of their Heart rises to Fury, / And Love in their weak Bosoms is a Rage / As terrible as Hate, and as destr...

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"But tho' my Mouth be dumb, my Heart shall thank you; / And when it melts before the Throne of Mercy, / Mourning, and bleeding, for my past Offences, / My fervent Soul shall breath one Prayer for you."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715-1720

"And the Simile wonderfully illustrates this Fury proceeding from an uncommon Infusion of Courage from Heaven, in resembling it not to a constant River, but a Torrent rising from an extraordinary Burst of Rain. This Simile is one of those that draws along with it some foreign Circumstances."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"As when old Ocean's silent Surface sleeps, / The Waves just heaving on the purple Deeps; / While yet th'expected Tempest hangs on high, / Weighs down the Cloud, and blackens in the Sky, / The Mass of Waters will no Wind obey; / Jove sends one Gust, and bids them roll away. / While wav'ri...

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)