Date: w. 1821, 1840

"At successive intervals, Ariosto, Tasso, Shakespeare, Spenser, Calderon, Rousseau, and the great writers of our own age, have celebrated the dominion of love, planting as it were trophies in the human mind of that sublimest victory over sensuality and force"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: w. 1821, 1840

"It is as it were the interpretation of a diviner nature through our own; but its footsteps are like those of a wind over the sea, which the coming calm erases, and whose traces remain only as on the wrinkled sand which paves it."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: w. 1821, 1840

"The enthusiasm of virtue, love, patriotism, and friendship is essentially linked with such emotions; and whilst they last, self appears as what it is, an atom to a universe."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: w. 1821, 1840

"Poetry thus makes immortal all that is best and most beautiful in the world; it arrests the vanishing apparitions which haunt the interlunations of life, and veiling them, or in language or in form, sends them forth among mankind, bearing sweet news of kindred joy to those with whom their sister...

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1839-1842

"My heart within / Melts as the wax."

— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)

Date: 1842

The fancy may haunt a place from the one's past

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

Time may not "wear thy heart-stamp'd form away"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"Unchang'd the lasting images remain, / Of which Remembrance ever holds the chain."

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

In memory one may see the "nameless graces" of a friend's "polish'd mind"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"The heart retires within her cave, / And, bleeding, asks an early grave!"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)