Date: 1777, 1810

"The soul's impression they no longer share; / His soul is hovering round his distant fair."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1777, 1810

"And oft the bard's elastic mind / To lighter images inclined; / In concord with Anacreon's measure, / Courts the jovial gods of pleasure."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1777, 1810

"When thus, by prospect, and by thought, / My mind to harmony is wrought; / Already conscious of the rising strain, / The path to Knighton I regain."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1777, 1810

"Here soars the poet, all, impassioned mind, / And leaves his earthly clog behind."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1777, 1810

"Then in his bosom bright ideas teem; / Each tender, each exalted theme."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1777, 1810

"Well-pleased, in fancy he surveys, / With fancy's mimick tint pourtrays / The fate elysian of the swain, / Who, stranger to his nymph's disdain, / Feels the true zest of Cupid's reign, / His lasting joys enhanced by momentary pain."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1777, 1810

"Nay, with romantick soul, he pities all, / Whome'er it is his chance to see, / Who are not in her heart enthroned, as he, / Imaginary monarch of this earthly ball!"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1777, 1810

"While thus he ranges unconfined, / And glory fires his ardent mind."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)