Date: 1815

The mind may be indicated by looks

— Cowper, William (1731-1800)

Date: 1815

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

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1817

"When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, / And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; / Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, / And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

"Stay! an inward frown / Of conscience bids me be more calm awhile."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1817

"With these Instructors may be join'd / To strengthen and enrich the mind, / Science, whose powers profound impart, / Whate'er of nature and of art / Presents to th'intellectual eye, / In all the vast variety."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1817

"The lights and shades, in contrast due, / Relieve each other in the view: / Alike the moral painter's part / T'obey the rules of studious art; / Thus to attract the mental eye / With height'ning variety;-- / And as the pencil truly gives / Each form that on the canvas lives, / To make his pen ad...

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1817

"My friend has drawn a masterly sketch of the branches with their poetic fruitage. I wish to add the trunk, and even the roots as far as they lift themselves above the ground, and are visible to the naked eye of our common consciousness."

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: 1817

"The wise Stagyrite speaks of no successive particles propagating motion like billiard balls (as Hobbs;) nor of nervous or animal spirits, where inanimate and irrational solids are thawed down, and distilled, or filtrated by ascension, into living and intelligent fluids, that etch and re-etch eng...

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: August 1817

"There is no natural harmony in the ordinary combinations of significant sounds: the language of prose is not the language of music, or of passion: and it is to supply this inherent defect in the mechanism of language--to make the sound an echo to the sense, when the sense becomes a sort of echo ...

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: 1818

"Now I have tasted her sweet soul to the core / All other depths are shallow."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)