Date: 1820

"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

A soul may be "as ill at peace as the break-covert bloodhounds of such sin"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

The spirit may, like a "demon-mole," work thorugh "clayey soil and gravel hard"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"When from the slope side of a suburb hill, / Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a thrill / Of trumpets--Lycius started--the sounds fled, / But left a thought, a buzzing in his head."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"A moment's thought is passion's passing bell"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

Thought may "thaw, solve and melt"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"We'll make his temple in our breast, / And offer up a tear."

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: 1820

"And the beasts, and the birds, and the insects were drowned / In an ocean of dreams without a sound; / Whose waves never mark, though they ever impress / The light sand which paves it, consciousness"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"'Tis in that hour the mind receives ... The best impression virtue gives."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1820

"The memoranda of the mind, Which on the inmost page so white, The ready pencil might indite.* "Take this," she said, "and when your thought* Is with a sudden image fraught,*--Inscribe it here and let it live, Nor be a hasty fugitive:*It thence may gain a passage free

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)