Date: 1848

"When I have fears that I may cease to be / Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain [...] "

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"It is often obscure, often half-told; for he who wrote it, in his clear seeing of the things beneath, may have been impatient of detailed interpretations; for if we choose to dwell upon it and trace it, it will lead us always securely back to that metropolis of the soul’s dominion from which we ...

— Ruskin, John (1819-1900)

Date: 1850

Imagination is "reason in her most exalted mood"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"The images that play / Upon the mirror of the mind, will pierce / And burst the veil, and strive to show their shapes, / And tints of bright magnificence and beauty / Before a wondering world"

— Brydges, Sir Samuel Egerton (1762-1837)

Date: 1850

"I am the mirror of man's mind, / In whose serene impassive face / What cannot die on earth you trace"

— Montgomery, James (1771-1854)

Date: 1850

"And, like the lake by storm or moonlight seen, / With darkening furrows or cerulean mien, / His countenance, the mirror of his breast, / The calm or trouble of his soul express'd"

— Montgomery, James (1771-1854)

Date: 1850

"Without reflection, or comparison / They take what offers to th' untroubled mirror / Of their slight intellects"

— Brydges, Sir Samuel Egerton (1762-1837)

Date: 1850

"This faculty [Imagination/Reason] hath been the feeding source / Of our long labour: we have traced the stream / From the blind cavern whence is faintly heard /Its natal murmur; followed it to light / And open day"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"My own voice cheered me, and, far more, the mind's / Internal echo of the imperfect sound; / To both I listened, drawing from them both / A cheerful confidence in things to come"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

The poet's mind is "best pleased / While she as duteous as the mother dove / Sits brooding, lives not always to that end, / But like the innocent bird, hath goadings on/ That drive her as in trouble through the groves."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)