Date: 1806

"But when thy true poetic lays, / Pierce to the Heart's remotest cell; / We feel the conscious innate praise"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"All around / A solemn stillness seems to guard the scene, / Nursing the brood of thought--a thriving brood / In the rich mazes of the cultur'd brain"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1808

"No gossip in my faithful heart / Shall ever occupy her room"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1825

"How would it open every secret cell / Where cherished thought and fond remembrance sleep!"

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1842

"Regret came shivering through my veins, / And bound my tongue in iron chains; / My soul in prison seem'd to be / And ever must if torn from thee."

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"Absence cannot guard the cell / Where wayward thoughts are doom'd to dwell"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"And ere the sentence left its hallow'd cave, / Would tell what thought was venturing next abroad. / Nor had Disguise in all her face or soul / One place to hide her poor and artful head; / Truth and her train had tenanted each cell, / And honest Friendship at the portal stood / To point or tell ...

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: c. 1862

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- / The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- / The stiff Heart questions 'was it He, that bore,' / And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before'?"

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1890

"The soul selects her own society, / Then shuts the door; / On her divine majority / Obtrude no more."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"So, safer, guess, with just my soul / Upon the window-pane / Where other creatures put their eyes, / Incautious of the sun."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)