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)

Date: 1820

"Were there a window in my breast, / The keenest eye I should not fear T'indulge its curious prying there."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1820

"He could call forth to his mind's eye, That bright, select society, / Who never, when he ask'd their aid, The pleasing summons disobey'd, / But did the lengthen'd way beguile / Full many an hour and many a mile."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1820

"O, that the wise from their bright minds would kindle / Such lamps within the dome of this dim world, / That the pale name of PRIEST might shrink and dwindle / Into the hell from which it first was hurled, / A scoff of impious pride from fiends impure; / Till human thoughts might kneel alone, / ...

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: August 16, 1820

"And is not this extraordina[r]y talk for the writer of Endymion? whose mind was like a pack of scattered cards--I am pick'd up and sorted to a pip."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: August 16, 1820

"My Imagination is a Monastery and I am its Monk--you must explain my metap^cs to yourself."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"[A]nd she began to moan and sigh / Because he mused beyond her, knowing well / That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Thus a number of writers possess the form, whilst they want the spirit of those whom, it is alleged, they imitate; because the former is the endowment of the age in which they live, and the latter must be the uncommunicated lightning of their own mind."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning, and the equilibrium between institutions and opinions is now restoring or is about to be restored."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"He might as wisely and as easily determine that his mind should no longer be the mirror of all that is lovely in the visible universe as exclude from his contemplation the beautiful which exists in the writings of a great contemporary."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)