Date: 1807-8
"[T]hrough the cells / And channels of his phrensy-stricken brain / Rage and confusion rush'd; the solemn peal / Broke on his ear like his salvation's knell, / Whilst his vext conscience struggled, but too late, / To rend th' insatiate demon from his heart"
preview | full record— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)
Date: 1807-8
"So minds debas'd can torture gen'rous acts: / And thus, by terrors haunted, hunger-pinch'd, / Hag-ridden by the demon at their hearts, / Suspicious, tost from thought to thought, they watch'd / The lagging hours of night"
preview | full record— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)
Date: 1807, 1810
Genius may give an actor "despotic empire o'er the heart"
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)
Date: 1807, 1810
"Passions that now are but illusive deem'd, / Then shall their empire in thy heart attain"
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)
Date: 1807
"For oft when on my couch I lie / In vacant or in pensive mood, / They [the daffodils] flash upon that inward eye / which is the bliss of solitude."
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)
Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893
"Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain / And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893
"With tears of sorrow incessant she labourd the food of Orc / Compelld by the iron hearted sisters Daughters of Urizen"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893
"Weeping at the threshold of Existence I will steel my heart / Against thee to Eternity & never recieve thee more"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893
"perhaps this is the night / Of Prophecy & Luvah hath burst his way from Enitharmon / When Thought is closd in Caves. Then love shall shew its root in deepest Hell"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893
"So shall [you] govern over all let Moral Duty tune your tongue*But be your hearts harder than the nether millstone"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)