Date: 1793

"For what is sleep, but temporary death; / Sealing up all the windows of the soul, / And binding ev'ry thought in torpid chains?"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1793, 1806

"'Twas Instinct rushing thro' her beating breast! / Instinct, the lamp divine that lights the soul"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1793, 1806

"The noblest passions, and the living pow'rs / Of intellectual light, the soul's pure lamp, / All, all extinguish'd! "

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: w. c. 1793? [in MS]

"Love to faults is always blind / Always is to joy inclind / Lawless wingd & unconfind / And breaks all chains from every mind."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: w. c. 1793? [in MS]

"Deceit to secresy confind / Lawful cautious & refind / To every thing but interest blind / And forges fetters for the mind."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1793

"But, most of all, [the mind is subject] to that lov'd voice, whose thrill, / Rushing impetuous through each throbbing vein, / Dilates the wond'ring mind, and frees its pow'rs / From the cold chains of icy apathy / To all the vast extremes of bliss and pain!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1794

A fiend may set "reason up for judge / Of our most holy Mystery"

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1794

"Five windows light the cavern'd Man"

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1794

Reason once fairer than the light [has now been] fould in Knowledges dark Prison house

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1794

"I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of flames. / And thou dost stamp them with a signet"

— Blake, William (1757-1827)