Date: 1815

"Is Man to say--I've reach'd the goal, / I'll now dismiss th'imprison'd soul; / With my own hand I'll ope the way / From its base tenement of clay."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"With my own hand I'll ope the way / From its base tenement of clay; / Tir'd of its suff'rings here below, / I'll loose it from this scene of woe; / I'll prune its wings and let it fly, / To seek again its native sky."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"Fancy will sometimes take the lead / And play its part in Reason's stead."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"I know full well you cannot steel / Your breast, against the pains I feel"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"E'en now we see the human mind, / On many strange occasions blind"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1816

"[T]ort'ring pangs" and inexplicable woe may "like a torrent" overwhelm the soul

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1816

An "o'erpow'ring spell may, in spite of "all that reason can suggest," maintain "despotic empire o'er [the] breast"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1816

A woman's conquest of a man's heart may be complete

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

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)