Date: 1838

"Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, / And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1838

"Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords / Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1838

The soul "may be a lawn besprinkled o'er with flowers, and stirring shades, and baffled beams"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1838

All the "eye doth meet is mist and crag" in "the world of thought and mental might"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1838

The conquer'd mind may waste in slow disease

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1838

" But hope rose gently in the mother's breast; / For well she knew that neither grief nor joy / Pain'd without hope, or pleased without alloy"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1838

Strong are the passions that invade the mind

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1838

"Rash boy! what hope thy frantic mind invades?"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1838

"Charm'd by her voice, th' harmonious sounds invade / His clouded mind, and for a time persuade:"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1838

"These easy minds, where all impressions made / At first sink deeply, and then quickly fade"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)