Date: 1821
"Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow / Back to the burning fountain whence it came."
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Date: 1821
"Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief / Convulse us and consume us day by day, / And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1821
And "if the seal is set, / Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, / Break it not thou!"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
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."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1821
"I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; / Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, / The soul of Adonais, like a star, / Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are."
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Date: 1821
"A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight / Making earth bare and veiling heaven, and when / It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared its light / Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful night."
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Date: February, 1821
"Standard productions of this kind are links in the chain of our conscious being. They bind together the different scattered divisions of our personal identity."
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Date: February, 1821
"The reliance on solid worth which it inculcates, the preference of sober truth to gaudy tinsel, hangs like a mill-stone round the neck of the imagination—-'a load to sink a navy'--impedes our progress, and blocks up every prospect in life."
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Date: February, 1821
"This is the only true ideal--the heavenly tints of Fancy reflected in the bubbles that float upon the spring-tide of human life."
preview | full record— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)
Date: February, 1821
"I said to myself, 'This is true eloquence: this is a man pouring out his mind on paper.'"
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