Date: 1812

"On Captain Bligh her mind in balance hung-- / Though valiant, modest; and reserved, though young/ Against these merits must defects be set-- / Though poor, imprudent; and though proud, in debt"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: November 10, 1813

"I by no means rank poetry or poets high in the scale of intellect. This may look like affectation, but it is my real opinion. It is the lava of the imagination whose eruptions prevents an earthquake."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: w. August 1814

"Yet as the Tuscan mid the snow / Of Lapland thinks on sweet Arno, / Even so for ever shall she be / The Halo of my Memory."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: w. 1798-1800, 1814

"Of the individual Mind that keeps her own / Inviolate retirement, subject there / To Conscience only, and the law supreme / Of that Intelligence which governs all."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: w. 1798-1800, 1814

"Not Chaos, not / The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, / Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out / By help of dreams--can breed such fear and awe / As fall upon us often when we look / Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man-- / My haunt, and the main region of my song."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: w. 1798-1800, 1814

"How exquisitely the individual Mind / (And the progressive powers perhaps no less / Of the whole species) to the external World / Is fitted:--and how exquisitely, too-- / Theme this but little heard of among men-- / The external World is fitted to the Mind."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"How then should matron Mind, with filial fear, / Judge all the embryo thoughts engender'd there"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

Imagination may see shapes that "stir the poison in her heart of Spleen"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold / Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"The Soul's keen craving's still unsatisfied ... like the Miser, mid profusion pines, / Still poor--still pennyless, 'mongst golden mines!"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)