Date: 1816

"This was love's doing: from my constant heart / The image stampt by him can ne'er depart"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1816

"'Whate'er thy title, from my grateful heart / 'Ne'er can th' impression of thy zeal depart."

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1816

"Here, true to nature's feelings, find / A living mirror in each mind."

— Story, Robert (1795-1860)

Date: 1816

"Know, lovely virgin, thy deluding art / Hath lodg'd a thousand scorpions in my breast."

— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)

Date: 1816

"In my youth's summer I did sing of One, / The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: 1816

"[I]n that Tale I find / The furrows of long thought, and dried-up tears, / Which, ebbing, leave a sterile track behind."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: 1816

"Since my young days of passion--joy, or pain-- / Perchance my heart and harp have lost a string-- / And both may jar."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: 1816

"[H]e can tell / Why Thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife / With airy images, and shapes which dwell / Still unimpaired, though old, in the Soul's haunted cell."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: 1816

"Yet must I think less wildly:--I have thought / Too long and darkly, till my brain became, / In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, / A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: 1816

"[Y]ears steal / Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)