Date: January, 1833
"Descriptive poetry consists, no doubt, in description, but in description of things as they appear, not as they are; and it paints them, not in their bare and natural lineaments, but seen through the medium and arrayed in the colors of the imagination set in action by the feelings."
preview | full record— Mill, John Stuart (1806–1873)
Date: 1834
Fancy may judge a beloved "ever fond and true"
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: June 19, 1834
"I know my own sentiments, because I can read my own mind, but the minds of the rest of man and woman-kind are to me as sealed volumes, hieroglyphical scrolls, which I can not easily unseal or decipher."
preview | full record— Brontë, Charlotte (1816-1855)
Date: June 19, 1834
"How many after having, as they thought, discovered the word friend in the mental volume, have afterwards found that they have read false friend!"
preview | full record— Brontë, Charlotte (1816-1855)
Date: June 19, 1834
"I have long seen 'friend' in your mind, in your words and actions, but now distinctly visible, and clearly written in characters that cannot be distrusted, I discern true friend."
preview | full record— Brontë, Charlotte (1816-1855)
Date: 1835-7
Romney is an expert and can trace "The mind's impression too on every face"
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)
Date: 1837
"Make Thou my spirit pure and clear / As are the frosty skies, / Or this first snowdrop of the year / That in my bosom lies."
preview | full record— Tennyson, Alfred, first Baron Tennyson (1809–1892)
Date: 1837
"As these white robes are soil'd and dark, / To yonder shining ground; / As this pale taper's earthly spark, / To yonder argent round; / So shows my soul before the Lamb, / My spirit before Thee; / So in mine earthly house I am, / To that I hope to be."
preview | full record— Tennyson, Alfred, first Baron Tennyson (1809–1892)
Date: 1838
"Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, / And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul."
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1838
"Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords / Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)