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

"Fancy, high-commission'd:--send her! / She has vassals to attend her."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Break the mesh /Of the Fancy's silken leash; / Quickly break her prison-string."

— 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: 1820

"And the beasts, and the birds, and the insects were drowned / In an ocean of dreams without a sound; / Whose waves never mark, though they ever impress / The light sand which paves it, consciousness"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"'Tis in that hour the mind receives ... The best impression virtue gives."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1820

"The memoranda of the mind, Which on the inmost page so white, The ready pencil might indite.* "Take this," she said, "and when your thought* Is with a sudden image fraught,*--Inscribe it here and let it live, Nor be a hasty fugitive:*It thence may gain a passage free

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1820

Yet he ne'er vainly strove to steel [...] His heart, and bid him not to feel, / But yielded to what Heav'n thought fit"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1820

"Were there a window in my breast, / The keenest eye I should not fear T'indulge its curious prying there."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1820

"He could call forth to his mind's eye, That bright, select society, / Who never, when he ask'd their aid, The pleasing summons disobey'd, / But did the lengthen'd way beguile / Full many an hour and many a mile."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)