Date: 1803
"He stammers,--instantaneously is drawn / A bordered piece of inspiration-lawn, / Which being thrice unto his nose applied, / Into his pineal gland the vapours glide; / And now again we hear the doctor roar / On subjects he dissected thrice before."
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)
Date: 1803
"Though, when black melancholy damps my joys, / I call them nature's trifles, airy toys; / Yet when the goddess Reason guides the strain, / I think them, what they are, a heavenly train."
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)
Date: 1803
" Bless'd be that Eye which dropp'd the friendly tear, / That sign'd each truth, and stamp'd the Soul sincere!"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1803
"A Whirlpool swallowing up each awful thought / That Heav'n had stamp'd, or education taught."
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1804
"tho' on his injur'd breast / Impending death his signet had imprest,
preview | full record— Hayley, William (1745-1820)
Date: 1804
"Los took his globe of fire to search the interiors of Albions / Bosom, in all the terrors of friendship, entering the caves / Of despair & death, to search the tempters out"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: 1804
"Though with only one eye, yet a spark from that same, / Like a big brimstone match kindles up such a flame, / As to make my blood boil, while it causes a smart / Like the lamp of a teakettle under my heart."
preview | full record— Collins, John [called Brush Collins] (1742-1808)
Date: 1804
"And my breast, like a mutton-chop, broiling"
preview | full record— Collins, John [called Brush Collins] (1742-1808)
Date: 1804
"Still I perceive thee, in my heart enshrin'd, / Its guardian idol, and its favourite guest."
preview | full record— Hayley, William (1745-1820)
Date: w. 1798, 1803-4
"He had perceived the presence and the power / Of greatness, and deep feelings had impressed / Great objects on his mind with portraiture / And colour so distinct that on his mind / They lay like substances, and almost seemed / To haunt the bodily sense."
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)