Date: 1850
"I could behold / The antechapel where the statue stood / Of Newton with his prism and silent face, / The marble index of a mind for ever / Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone."
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Date: 1850
"Caverns there were within my mind which sun / Could never penetrate, yet did there not / Want store of leafy arbours where the light / Might enter in at will."
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Date: 1850
"The thirst of living praise, / Fit reverence for the glorious Dead, the sight / Of those long vistas, sacred catacombs, / Where mighty minds lie visibly entombed, / Have often stirred the heart of youth, and bred / A fervent love of rigorous discipline."
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Date: 1850
"Those lovely forms / Had also left less space within my mind, / Which, wrought upon instinctively, had found / A freshness in those objects of her love, / A winning power, beyond all other power."
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Date: 1850
"From these I turned to travel with the shoal / Of more unthinking natures, easy minds / And pillowy"
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Date: 1850
"We were perforce connected, men whose sway / And known authority of office served / To set our minds on edge, and did no more."
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Date: 1850
"My mind was at that time / A parti-coloured show of grave and gay, / Solid and light, short-sighted and profound; / Of inconsiderate habits and sedate, / Consorting in one mansion unreproved. "
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Date: 1850
"Oh! why hath not the Mind, / Some element to stamp her image on / In nature somewhat nearer to her own?"
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Date: 1850
"Why, gifted with such powers to send abroad / Her spirit, must it lodge in shrines so frail?"
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Date: 1850
"These mighty workmen of our later age, / Who, with a broad highway, have overbridged / The froward chaos of futurity, / Tamed to their bidding; they who have the skill / To manage books, and things, and make them act / On infant minds as surely as the sun / Deals with a flower."
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