Date: 1820

"Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, / Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart / Made purple riot"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

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?"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Branched thoughts" or "dark-cluster'd trees" may be new grown in some untrodden region of the mind

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, / Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"A rosy sanctuary will I dress / With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

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"

— 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"

— Godwin, William (1756-1836)