Date: 1850

"For though I was most passionately moved / And yielded to all changes of the scene / With an obsequious promptness, yet the storm / Passed not beyond the suburbs of the mind"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"But these are things / Of which I speak, only as they were storm / Or sunshine to my individual mind, / No further."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"For I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven / Was blowing on my body, felt within / A correspondent breeze, that gently moved / With quickening virtue, but is now become / A tempest, a redundant energy, / Vexing its own creation."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1851

"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it...

— Melville, Herman (1819-1891)

Date: 1855, 1856

"As his foot pressed the half-damp, half-dry sea-mosses matting the place, and a chance phantom cat's-paw--an islet of breeze, unheralded, unfollowed--as this ghostly cat's-paw came fanning his cheek, his glance fell upon the row of small, round dead-lights, all closed like coppered eyes of the c...

— Melville, Herman (1819-1891)

Date: April 26 1870

"The cloud's not danced out of my brain,— / The cloud that made it turn and swim / While hour by hour the books grew dim."

— Rossetti, Dante Gabriel (1828-1882)

Date: April 26 1870

"Let the thoughts pass, an empty cloud!"

— Rossetti, Dante Gabriel (1828-1882)

Date: January, 1884

"As a snowflake-crystal caught in the warm hand is no longer a crystal but a drop, so, instead of catching the feeling of relation moving to its term, we find we have caught some substantive thing, usually the last word we were pronouncing, statically taken, and with its function, tendency and pa...

— James, William (1842-1910)

Date: 1898

"Silently we went round and round, / And through each hollow mind / The Memory of dreadful things / Rushed like a dreadful wind, / And Horror stalked before each man, / And Terror crept behind."

— Wilde, Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills (1854-1900)

Date: 1900

"When by the wind of Thought is stirred / Obscure Religion, throned in mist, / 'She has not said her final word' / Declares the staunch apologist."

— Money-Coutts, Francis Burdett Thomas, 5th Lord Latimer (1852-1923)