Date: 1848

The mind's palate may lose "its gust"

— 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)

Date: 1850

"[S]ometimes, 'tis true, / By chance collisions and quaint accidents / (Like those ill-sorted unions, work supposed / Of evil-minded fairies), yet not vain / Nor profitless, if haply they impressed / Collateral objects and appearances, / Albeit lifeless then, and doomed to sleep / Until maturer s...

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"Even now appears before the mind's clear eye
That self-same village church"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"I have thought / Of thee, thy learning, gorgeous eloquence, / And all the strength and plumage of thy youth, / Thy subtle speculations, toils abstruse / Among the schoolmen, and Platonic forms / Of wild ideal pageantry, shaped out / From things well-matched or ill, and words for things, / The se...

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"In trivial occupations, and the round / Of ordinary intercourse, our minds / Are nourished and invisibly repaired."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

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."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1854

"There was an air of jaded sullenness in them both, and particularly in the girl: yet, struggling through the dissatisfaction of her face, there was a light with nothing to rest upon, a fire with nothing to burn, a starved imagination keeping life in itself somehow, which brightened its expression."

— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)

Date: 1854

"t was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom."

— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)