Date: 1816
"Since my young days of passion--joy, or pain-- / Perchance my heart and harp have lost a string-- / And both may jar."
preview | full record— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)
Date: 1817, 1818
"With ever-changing notes it floats along, / Till on my passive soul there seemed to creep / A melody, like waves on wrinkled sands that leap"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1818
The "lyre" of the soul may be "Eolian tun'd"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1818
"The lyre of his soul Eolian tun'd / Forgot all violence, and but commun'd / With melancholy though."
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1820
"A moment's thought is passion's passing bell"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1820
"Only a sense / Remains of them, like the omnipotence / Of music, when the inspired voice and lute / Languish, ere yet the responses are mute, / Which through the deep and labyrinthine soul, / Like echoes through long caverns, wind and roll."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1821
"The peaceful conscience is the boon / That keeps the jarring mind in tune"
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)