Date: 1820
"Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, / Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart / Made purple riot"
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Date: 1820
"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1820
"Branched thoughts" or "dark-cluster'd trees" may be new grown in some untrodden region of the mind
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1820
"With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, / Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same"
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Date: 1820
"A rosy sanctuary will I dress / With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain"
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Date: 1831
"We spurn at the bounds of time and space; nor would the thought be less futile that imagines to imprison the mind within the limits of the body, than the attempt of the booby clown who is said within a thick hedge to have plotted to shut in the flight of an eagle"
preview | full record— Godwin, William (1756-1836)
Date: 1831
"There are a multitude of causes that will produce a miscarriage of this sort, where the richest soil, impregnated with the choicest seeds of learning and observation, shall entirely fail to present us with such a crop as might rationally have been anticipated"
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Date: 1838
The soul "may be a lawn besprinkled o'er with flowers, and stirring shades, and baffled beams"
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Date: w. 1821, 1840
" For he not only beholds intensely the present as it is, and discovers those laws according to which present things ought to be ordered, but he beholds the future in the present, and his thoughts are the germs of the flower and the fruit of latest time"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: w. 1821, 1840
"The greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this power arises from within, like the color of a flower which fades and changes as it is developed, and the conscious p...
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