Date: 1800
"Every sense was an inlet of pleasure, because it was an avenue to knowledge; and my soul brooded over the world of ideas, and glowed with exultation at the grandeur and beauty of its own creations"
preview | full record— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)
Date: 1800
"[I]f my heart thus bounds till its mansion scarcely hold it, what must be my state tomorrow!"
preview | full record— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)
Date: 1802
"Far other ruins henceforth be your care: /Search for the failing towers of human kind, / And save that noblest edifice, the mind"
preview | full record— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)
Date: 1803
"In thee each virtue found a pleasing cell, / Thy mind was honour, and thy soul divine"
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)
Date: 1803
"Friends, while they honour Stanmore's fair outside, / The grateful feelings of my Heart divide, / And, filling up my Soul's respective cells, / Each in its warmest mansion ever dwells!"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1804
"Her Brain enlabyrinths the whole heaven of her bosom & loins / To put in act what her Heart wills"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: c. 1804-1811, 1818
"For every human heart has gates of brass & bars of adamant, / Which few dare unbar because dread Og & Anak guard the gates"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: c. 1804-1811, 1818
"Terrific! and each mortal brain is walld and moated round / Within"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: c. 1804-1811, 1818
Og & Anak watch in the brain which "is the Seat / Of Satan in its Webs; for in brain and heart and loins / Gates open behind Satans Seat to the City of Golgonooza / Which is the spiritual fourfold London, in the loins of Albion"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: 1805
"There, as those cells [Satan's myrmidons] empty found / Where brains in wiser pates abound, / They fill'd them with mephitic gas / From hell, which downward strove to pass, / But, gaining exit through the throat, / By leave of porter, Epiglott, / Vented itself in fustian storm / Rhetorical."
preview | full record— Huddesford, George (bap. 1749, d. 1809)