Date: 1818

"The lake unruffled [i.e., the mind], will reflect / A picture fair of earth and skies; / But how distorted its effect, / When ripples o'er the surface rise."

— Park, Thomas (1759-1834)

Date: 1818

"The lyre of his soul Eolian tun'd / Forgot all violence, and but commun'd / With melancholy though."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818 (1819?)

"There are four seasons in the mind of man"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818 (1819?)

"His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings / He furleth close."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818 (1819?)

"He has his Summer, when luxuriously / Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves / To ruminate"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"The Beings of the Mind are not of clay: / Essentially immortal, they create / And multiply in us a brighter ray / And more beloved existence"

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

Date: 1818

"Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, / And with a fresher growth replenishing the void."

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

Date: 1818

"Such mirror is the human mind, / When calm composure gilds our day; / And such, alas! the change we find, / When ruffling passions mark their sway."

— Park, Thomas (1759-1834)

Date: 1818

"But poetry makes these odds all even. It is the music of language, answering to the music of the mind, untying as it were 'the secret soul of harmony.'"

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: 1818

"It is strictly the language of the imagination; and the imagination is that faculty which represents objects, not as they are in themselves, but as they are moulded by other thoughts and feelings, into an infinite variety of shapes and combinations of power."

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)