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Date: 1817, 1818

"With ever-changing notes it floats along, / Till on my passive soul there seemed to creep / A melody, like waves on wrinkled sands that leap"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

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Date: 1817

"Not until my dream became / Like a child's legend on the tideless sand. / Which the first foam erases half, and half / Leaves legible"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

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Date: 1819

One may take "all my counterfeit address / 'For sterling passion, should the like profess?"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

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Date: 1819

""But an accursed dream has steel'd thy breast, / 'And all the woman in thy soul suppress'd."--"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

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Date: 1820

"And the beasts, and the birds, and the insects were drowned / In an ocean of dreams without a sound; / Whose waves never mark, though they ever impress / The light sand which paves it, consciousness"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

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Date: 1820

Yet he ne'er vainly strove to steel [...] His heart, and bid him not to feel, / But yielded to what Heav'n thought fit"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

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Date: 1821

"'Ah, move,' he said, 'and you shall feel / That Paddy has a heart of steel"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

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Date: 1823

The "venom'd shafts" of Cupid "empoison mortal joy," "Drawing from heav'n the soul of man to earth, / With foul alloy debasing purest treasure."

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

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Date: 1824

"'I rose; and, bending at her sweet command, / Touched with faint lips the cup she raised, / And suddenly my brain became as sand / 'Where the first wave had more than half erased / The track of deer on desert Labrador; / Whilst the wolf, from which they fled amazed, / 'Leaves his stamp visibly u...

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

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Date: 1825

"Bear thy afflictions with a patient mind; / Whose bursting heart disdains unjust controul, / Who feel'st oppression's iron in thy soul, / Who dragg'st the load of faint and feeble years, / Whose bread is anguish, and whose water tears."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.