Date: 1800
"The mind that labours for a cure works ill / By feeding its own grief; wasting away / Like boiling waters in an useless struggle"
preview | full record— Bidlake, John (1755-1814)
Date: 1820
"I curse thee! let a sufferer's curse / Clasp thee, his torturer, like remorse; / Till thine Infinity shall be / A robe of envenomed agony; / And thine Omnipotence a crown of pain, / To cling like burning gold round thy dissolving brain."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1820
"And we breathe, and sicken not, / The atmosphere of human thought: / Be it dim, and dank, and gray, / Like a storm-extinguished day, / Travelled o'er by dying gleams; / Be it bright as all between / Cloudless skies and windless streams, / Silent, liquid, and serene; / As the birds within the win...
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1848
A sword's point may be dipped in "the gloomy current of a traitor's heart"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)