Date: 1800
"Know, that the human being's thoughts and deeds / Are not like ocean billows, blindly moved."
preview | full record— Schiller, Friedrich (1759-1805)
Date: 1800
"The inner world, his microcosmus, is / The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally."
preview | full record— Schiller, Friedrich (1759-1805)
Date: 1800
"They grow by certain laws, like the tree's fruit-- / No juggling chance can metamorphose them. / Have I the human kernel first examined? / Then I know, too, the future will and action."
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Date: 1820
"Thus a number of writers possess the form, whilst they want the spirit of those whom, it is alleged, they imitate; because the former is the endowment of the age in which they live, and the latter must be the uncommunicated lightning of their own mind."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1820
"The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning, and the equilibrium between institutions and opinions is now restoring or is about to be restored."
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Date: 1820
"He might as wisely and as easily determine that his mind should no longer be the mirror of all that is lovely in the visible universe as exclude from his contemplation the beautiful which exists in the writings of a great contemporary."
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Date: 1820
"Every man's mind is, in this respect, modified by all the objects of Nature and art; by every word and every suggestion which he ever admitted to act upon his consciousness; it is the mirror upon which all forms are reflected and in which they compose one form."
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Date: 1820
"How will thy soul, cloven to its depth with terror, / Gape like a hell within!"
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Date: 1820
"Obscurely through my brain, like shadows dim, / Sweep awful thoughts, rapid and thick."
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Date: 1820
"I curse thee! let a sufferer's curse / Clasp thee, his torturer, like remorse; / Till thine Infinity shall be / A robe of envenomed agony; / And thine Omnipotence a crown of pain, / To cling like burning gold round thy dissolving brain."
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