Date: 1813

"O Spirit! through the sense / By which thy inner nature was apprised / Of outward shows, vague dreams have rolled, / And varied reminiscences have waked / Tablets that never fade."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1813

"The Mind, that broods o’er guilty woes / Is like the Scorpion girt by fire"

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

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: 1814

The heart may never feel a second flame

— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)

Date: 1814

The heart may be a captive

— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)

Date: 1814

"Give me to send the laughing bowl around, / My soul in Bacchus' pleasing fetters bound."

— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)

Date: 1814

"Thus does the brain awhile conceive, / Its brilliant fancies, and believe;-- / And oh! those glowing hopes remain / A dazzling, yet deceitful train;-- / And many a liken'd image find, / Upon the mirror of the mind"

— Reynolds, John Hamilton (1796-1852)

Date: 1814

"So when the breeze of life is felt / To ruffle, how those fancies melt; / And real woe,--ideal rest, / Flutter uncertain in the breast."

— Reynolds, John Hamilton (1796-1852)

Date: 1814

"There is a war, a chaos of the mind, / When all its elements convulsed, combined / Lie dark and jarring with perturbéd force, / And gnashing with impenitent Remorse"

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

Date: 1814

"All, in a word, from which all eyes must start, / That opening sepulchre, the naked heart / Bares with its buried woes--till Pride awake, / To snatch the mirror from the soul, and break."

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