Date: 1850
"Caught by the spectacle my mind turned round / As with the might of waters."
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Date: 1850
"In fits of kindliest apprehensiveness, / From all sides, when whate'er was in itself / Capacious found, or seemed to find, in me / A correspondent amplitude of mind; / Such is the strength and glory of our youth."
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Date: 1850
"But these are things / Of which I speak, only as they were storm / Or sunshine to my individual mind, / No further."
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Date: 1850
"So I fared, / Dragging all precepts, judgments, maxims, creeds, / Like culprits to the bar; calling the mind, / Suspiciously, to establish in plain day / Her titles and her honours"
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Date: 1850
"In trivial occupations, and the round / Of ordinary intercourse, our minds / Are nourished and invisibly repaired."
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Date: 1850
"The mind is lord and master--outward sense / The obedient servant of her will"
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Date: 1850
"And, as the horizon of my mind enlarged, / Again I took the intellectual eye / For my instructor, studious more to see / Great truths, than touch and handle little ones."
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Date: 1850
"Moreover, each man's Mind is to herself / Witness and judge"
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Date: 1850
"There I beheld the emblem of a mind / That feeds upon infinity, that broods / Over the dark abyss, intent to hear / Its voices issuing forth to silent light / In one continuous stream; a mind sustained / By recognitions of transcendent power, / In sense conducting to ideal form, / In soul of mor...
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Date: 1850
"For I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven / Was blowing on my body, felt within / A correspondent breeze, that gently moved / With quickening virtue, but is now become / A tempest, a redundant energy, / Vexing its own creation."
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