Date: 1842
Rash, angry words may be "spoken out of season / When passion has usurp'd the throne of reason"
preview | full record— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)
Date: 1839-1842
"My heart within / Melts as the wax."
preview | full record— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)
Date: 1842
"For a shrewd intellect, the best employ / Is to detect a soul of base alloy;"
preview | full record— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)
Date: 1842
None "can I find / No sterling unadulterated mind; / None that abides the crucible like mine"
preview | full record— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)
Date: 1842
"The images of past delight / Have fleeted from her troubled sight, / And left no perfect form behind / On the dim mirror of the mind"
preview | full record— Herbert, William (1778-1847)
Date: 1848
"Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! / Attuning still the soul to tenderness"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1848
We may like on our fled soul, like a "mother wild" on an "infant child" in an "eagle's claws"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1848
"O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, / Would all their colours from the sunset take: / From something of material sublime, / Rather than shadow our own soul's day-time / In the dark void of night."
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Date: 1848
" Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind."
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