Date: 1817

"[B]ring a mind, / Where legal and where moral sense are join'd, / With the pure essence; holy thoughts, that dwell / In the soul's most retired, and sacred cell"

— Gifford, William (1756-1826)

Date: 1817

"Nor should we pass the secret cell, / Where lonely Science loves to dwell, / Pleas'd, from its lamp, to cast the ray / That lights the mind's beclouded day."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1818?

"This Lifes dim Windows of the Soul / Distorts the Heavens from Pole to Pole / And leads you to Believe a Lie / When you see with not thro the Eye / That was born in a night to perish in a night / When the Soul slept in the beams of Light."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1818

"And then in quiet circles did they press / The hillock turf, and caught the latter end / Of some strange history, potent to send / A young mind from its bodily tenement."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"Great Muse, thou know'st what prison, / Of flesh and bone, curbs, and confines, and frets / Our spirit's wings."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

Thought may be wooed "to steal about the labyrinth in the soul"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1819

"'For none could more by outward signs express / 'What wise men lock within the mind's recess."

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1820

"Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane / In some untrodden region of my mind."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

The heart is "Love's fev-rous citadel"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)