Date: 1817

"Most of my readers will have observed a small water-insect on the surface of rivulets, which throws a cinque-spotted shadow fringed with prismatic colours on the sunny bottom of the brook; and will have noticed, how the little animal wins its way up against the stream, by alternate pulses of act...

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: August 1817

"Poetry is the music of language, expressing the music of the mind."

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: August 1817

"Whenever any object takes such a hold on the mind as to make us dwell upon it, and brood over it, melting the heart in love, or kindling it to a sentiment of admiration;--whenever a movement of imagination or passion is impressed on the mind, by which it seeks to prolong and repeat the emotion, ...

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: August 1817

"The musical in sound is the sustained and continuous; the musical in thought and feeling is the sustained and continuous also."

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: August 1817

"There is no natural harmony in the ordinary combinations of significant sounds: the language of prose is not the language of music, or of passion: and it is to supply this inherent defect in the mechanism of language--to make the sound an echo to the sense, when the sense becomes a sort of echo ...

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: 1817

"When some bright thought has darted through my brain: / Through all that day I've felt a greater pleasure / Than if I'd brought to light a hidden treasure."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

"Full many a dreary hour have I past, / My brain bewilder'd, and my mind o'ercast / With heaviness."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818?

"Upon his heart with Iron pen / He wrote Ye must be born again."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1818?

"This Lifes dim Windows of the Soul / Distorts the Heavens from Pole to Pole / And leads you to Believe a Lie / When you see with not thro the Eye / That was born in a night to perish in a night / When the Soul slept in the beams of Light."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1818

"And then in quiet circles did they press / The hillock turf, and caught the latter end / Of some strange history, potent to send / A young mind from its bodily tenement."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)