Date: 1818 (1819?)

"His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings / He furleth close."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818 (1819?)

"He has his Summer, when luxuriously / Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves / To ruminate"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"As though a tongueless nightingale should swell / Her throat in vain, and die, heart -stifled, in her dell"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

A soul may be "as ill at peace as the break-covert bloodhounds of such sin"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

The spirit may, like a "demon-mole," work thorugh "clayey soil and gravel hard"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"And we breathe, and sicken not, / The atmosphere of human thought: / Be it dim, and dank, and gray, / Like a storm-extinguished day, / Travelled o'er by dying gleams; / Be it bright as all between / Cloudless skies and windless streams, / Silent, liquid, and serene; / As the birds within the win...

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1821

"Swift as a Thought by the snake Memory stung, / From her ambrosial rest the fading Splendour sprung."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1821

"And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, / Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1821

One may have "A pardlike Spirit beautiful and swift."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1821

"Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief / Convulse us and consume us day by day, / And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)