Date: 1838

"Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, / And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1838

"Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords / Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1838

All the "eye doth meet is mist and crag" in "the world of thought and mental might"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1842

"[I]mages / Hurrying so swiftly their fresh witcheries / O'er the mind's mirror, that the several / Seems lost, or blended in the mighty All."

— De Vere, Sir Aubrey (1788-1846)

Date: 1842

"Strengthened by Him, not all / The blandishment of Passion shall obscure / The mirror of the soul"

— De Vere, Sir Aubrey (1788-1846)

Date: 1842

A "thought of shame" may "Bedim the mental eye with film impure"

— De Vere, Sir Aubrey (1788-1846)

Date: 1848

The mind's palate may lose "its gust"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! / Attuning still the soul to tenderness"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

" Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"I cannot see, / Fancy is dead and drunken at its goal"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)