Date: 1820

"We'll make his temple in our breast, / And offer up a tear."

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: 1820

"Were there a window in my breast, / The keenest eye I should not fear T'indulge its curious prying there."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: August 16, 1820

"My Imagination is a Monastery and I am its Monk--you must explain my metap^cs to yourself."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

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: 1822-8

"When Raphael went, / His heavenly face the mirror of his mind, / His mind a temple for all lovely things / To flock to and inhabit"

— Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855)

Date: 1823

"Not that I affect ignorance- but my head has not many mansions, nor spacious; and I have been obliged to fill it with such cabinet curiosities as it can hold without aching"

— Lamb, Charles (1775-1834)

Date: 1823

"Not that I affect ignorance--but my head has not many mansions, nor spacious; and I have been obliged to fill it with such cabinet curiosities as it can hold without aching"

— Lamb, Charles (1775-1834)

Date: 1825

"How would it open every secret cell / Where cherished thought and fond remembrance sleep!"

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)