Date: 1799

"'Th' woes imagination broaches / 'Drive through my brain like mourning coaches."

— Huddesford, George (bap. 1749, d. 1809)

Date: 1804

" Two men they were by storms of misery driven / To lose the soul's sheet anchor, trust in Heaven!"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"They [Infidels] court their Pupils to the Pagan code, / To Nature's nudities, dim Reason's road; / Philosophy's and Fancy's rules to read, / To form their Conduct, and to fix their Creed."

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

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

One may "with the sails of Fancy, all unfurl'd, / Run his wild Course amidst a carnal World"

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

Date: 1821

My "spirit's bark is driven, / Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng / Whose sails were never to the tempest given."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1826

A woman's "reason [may be] ship-wrecked upon her passion, and the hulk of her understanding lies thumping against the rock of her fury"

— King, Thomas (1730-1805)

Date: 1851

"The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run."

— Melville, Herman (1819-1891)

Date: 1855, 1856

"Ah, these currents spin one's head round almost as much as they do the ship."

— Melville, Herman (1819-1891)

Date: August 6 and 20, 1859

"The jaded cart-horse of the commonplace bourgeois mind falters of course in confusion in front of the ditch separating substance from appearance, and cause from effect; but one should not ride carthorses if one intends to go coursing over the very rough ground of abstract reasoning."

— Engels, Friedrich (1820-1895)

Date: 1868

"Over me the billows roll, / Swallow up my sinking soul."

— Wesley, John and Charles