Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"And every Object still appears to view / Like the stain'd Medium Mind's thrall'd eye looks through."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"But, led by twilight lantern's twinkling pow'rs, / To guard such godlike Creatures' dozing hours, / For crumbs scrap'ed up, and dealt in scanty doles, / Just soldering Bodies, and cementing Souls!"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"And may not humblest, meekest, Christian's Mind / Investigate the good of all Mankind? / Bring Truth and Justice to their Judgment's test, / And try, by Reason's balance what weighs best?"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"Pride, panting, still, for some superior sway-- / Lust, prowling, like a savage Beast, for prey-- / Dark Passions, propagating feuds, and strife, / Lay waste, or swallow up, the sweets of Life."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"When these resplendent Lights had thus display'd / The shapes and hues of all in Nature made; / The Fish were form'd, depicting Appetites, / And Fowls that soar aloft like Fancy's flights; / Beasts--useful Cattle--Insects--creeping Things-- / Which tread the soil, or soar on wavering wings-- / T...

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"While all their [ideas'] features, fine; complexions, pure, / Neglected rust--nor long their dates endure--"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"That none might Momus' wish'd-for window need, / Instinct's heav'n-taught the secret Soul to read-- / In tone, and turn, of human voice, to note, / How passions operate, and feelings float."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1815

The mind may be indicated by looks

— Cowper, William (1731-1800)

Date: 1815

The wavering motions of the mind are like "quivering light" reflected off a confined "crystal flood" in a brass cistern

— Cowper, William (1731-1800)

Date: 1815

"You bid me write to amuse the tedious hours, / And save from withering my poetic powers; / Hard is the task, my friend, for verse should flow / From the free mind, not fetter'd down by woe."

— Cowper, William (1731-1800)