Date: 1817
"But he, the bard of every age and clime, / Of genius fruitful, ardent and sublime, / Who, from the glowing mint of fancy, pours / No spurious metal, fused from common ores, / But gold, to matchless purity refined, / And stamp'd with all the godhead in his mind."
preview | full record— Gifford, William (1756-1826)
Date: 1817
"When some bright thought has darted through my brain: / Through all that day I've felt a greater pleasure / Than if I'd brought to light a hidden treasure."
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1833
"It was the coinage of the aged brain, / When sadness and the sense of loneliness / Oppress the weary heart!"
preview | full record— Bowles, William Lisle (1762-1850)