Date: April 1861

"My heart is like a singing bird / Whose nest is in a water'd shoot."

— Rossetti, Christina (1830-1894)

Date: April 1861

"My heart is like an apple-tree / Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit."

— Rossetti, Christina (1830-1894)

Date: April 1861

"My heart is like a rainbow shell / That paddles in a halcyon sea."

— Rossetti, Christina (1830-1894)

Date: 1862

"My heart within me like a stone / Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears."

— Rossetti, Christina (1830-1894)

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: 1867

"This book by any yet unread, / I leave for you when I am dead, / That being gone, here you may find / What was your living mother's mind."

— Bradstreet, Anne (1612-1672)

Date: 1869

One's immortal deeds may be "Engrav'd ... / On ev'ry heart in this braid land"

— Oliphant, Carolina, Lady Nairne (1766-1845)

Date: 1869

On a tree's "fair stem were mony names, which now nae mair I see, / But they're engraven on my heart--forgot they ne'er can be!"

— Oliphant, Carolina, Lady Nairne (1766-1845)

Date: 1871-2, 1874

"How was it that in the weeks since her marriage, Dorothea had not distinctly observed but felt with a stifling depression, that the large vistas and wide fresh air which she had dreamed of finding in her husband's mind were replaced by anterooms and winding passages which seemed to lead nowhither?"

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1871-2, 1874

"For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuffbox, concerning which he was watchful, suspicious, and greedy of clutch."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)