Date: 1842

Rash, angry words may be "spoken out of season / When passion has usurp'd the throne of reason"

— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)

Date: 1839-1842

"My heart within / Melts as the wax."

— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)

Date: 1842

"For a shrewd intellect, the best employ / Is to detect a soul of base alloy;"

— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)

Date: 1842

None "can I find / No sterling unadulterated mind; / None that abides the crucible like mine"

— 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"

— Herbert, William (1778-1847)

Date: w. 1795-1796, first published 1842

"In these my lonely wanderings I perceived / What mighty objects do impress their forms / To elevate our intellectual being."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1848

The mind's palate may lose "its gust"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

A sword's point may be dipped in "the gloomy current of a traitor's heart"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! / Attuning still the soul to tenderness"

— 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"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)