Date: 1816

"[F]or his mind / Had grown Suspicion's sanctuary, and chose, / For its own cruel sacrifice, the kind, / 'Gainst whom he raged with fury strange and blind. / But he was phrensied."

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

Date: 1816

"[T]o conceal, / With a proud caution, love, or hate, or aught,-- / Passion or feeling, purpose, grief, or zeal,-- / Which is the tyrant Spirit of our thought, / Is a stern task of soul."

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

Date: 1816

"I stood / Among them, but not of them--in a shroud / Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, / Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued."

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

Date: 1818

"The Beings of the Mind are not of clay: / Essentially immortal, they create / And multiply in us a brighter ray / And more beloved existence"

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

Date: 1818

"Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, / And with a fresher growth replenishing the void."

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

Date: 1823

"Retire: but look into your past impression! / And you will find, though shuddering at the mirror / Of your own thoughts, in all their self confession, / The lurking bias, be it truth or error, / To the unknown."

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

Date: 1823

"'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, / Should let itself be snuffed out by an Article."

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

Date: 1824

"What if thy deep and ample stream should be / A mirror of my heart, where she may read / The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee"

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

Date: 1824

"The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, / Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed"

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

Date: 1824

"What do I say--a mirror of my heart? / Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong? / Such as my feelings were and are, thou art; / And such as thou art were my passions long."

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