Date: November 12, 1816

"But what land, that poet ever sung, or enchanter swayed, can equal that, which, when the slave's foot touches, he becomes free--his prisoned soul starts forth, his swelling nerves burst the chain that enthrall'd him, and, in his own strength he stands, as the rock he treads on, majestic and secu...

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

Date: 1820

"Clothe it in words, and bid it clasp his throne / In intercession; bend thy soul in prayer, / And like a suppliant in some gorgeous fane, / Let the will kneel within thy haughty heart."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"Hypocrisy and custom make their minds / The fanes of many a worship, now outworn."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"Only a sense / Remains of them, like the omnipotence / Of music, when the inspired voice and lute / Languish, ere yet the responses are mute, / Which through the deep and labyrinthine soul, / Like echoes through long caverns, wind and roll."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1826

One may be "lord of [his] own tenement, and keep [his] household in order"

— King, Thomas (1730-1805)

Date: 1848

"Choak not the granary of thy noble mind / With more bad bitter grain"

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]

Date: 1848

An old man's heart is narrow, tenantless of hopes, and stuffed with memories

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]