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"

— 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"

— 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"

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1807

"Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893

"Forgetfulness dumbness necessity in chains of the mind lockd up / In fetters of ice shrinking."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1807-8

"Much it behoves us to compute the strength / Of him, whose ruin we would work, of him, / Who vaunts himself the legate of Jehovah, / And by that title keeps our souls in thrall / And bondage worse than what our limbs endur'd / Under the yoke of Pharaoh."

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893

"he stores his thoughts / As in a store house in his memory he regulates the forms / Of all beneath & all above."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1808

"The Soul awakes; and, wond'ring, sees / In her mild Hand the golden Key."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1808

Love of native soil is a ruling passion that may intervene in restless scenes

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1808

"Judge not the Man by his exterior part: / Virtue's strong root in every soil will grow, / Rich ores lie buried under piles of snow"

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)