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Date: 1747

"Deep in my Soul thy soft Reproaches steal, / And all thy Griefs redoubled there I feel; / Still round my Heart plays the same lambient Flame, / Each Wish, and every fond Desire the same."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

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Date: 1747

"Quick to my Heart the subtle Poison stole, / Charm'd all my Senses, and enslav'd my Soul."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

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Date: 1747

"The soft Enchantment shall my Fears controul, / And Love claim all his Empire in my Soul."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

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Date: 1747

"Still shall its lawless Fires my Soul profane, / And is my boasted Virtue but a Name?"

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

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Date: 1747

"Why can I not this fatal Flame remove? / Or why, O why is it a Crime to love? / By Turns my Reason and my Passion sway, / As Honour triumphs, and as Love betray; / My tortur'd Breast conflicting Passions tear, / And Love and Virtue wage unequal War."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

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Date: 1747

"But oh! again the guilty Lover burns, / And all the Woman in my Soul returns; / Again my Bosom glows with soft Desire, / And hope returning fans the fatal Fire."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

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Date: 1747

"AH cease to grieve, fond fluttering Heart, / Thy charming Conqueror returns; / Hence every Doubt each Fear depart, / The Youth with equal Passion burns."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

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Date: 1747

"What Place can banish Love / From the subjected Mind."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

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Date: 1747

"E'en stern ecclesiasticks laid aside / (To welcome him) their ruling passion, pride."

— Gilbert, Thomas (bap. 1713, d. 1766)

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Date: 1747

"Her Mind does all their glorious Beams dispense, / Bright as they are they owe their Rays to Sense."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

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