Date: 1798

"Finally, when she indulged a romantic affection for Mr. Fuseli, and fondly imagined that she should find in it the solace of her cares, she perceived too late, that, by continually impressing on her mind fruitless images of unreserved affection and domestic felicity, it only served to give new p...

— Godwin, William (1756-1836)

Date: 1798

"Moral reasoning is nothing but the awakening of certain feelings; and the feeling by which he is actuated, is too strong to leave us much chance of impressing him with other feelings, that should have force enough to counterbalance it."

— Godwin, William (1756-1836)

Date: 1799

Events "'Together ta'en--they on my mind / 'No good impression leave behind."

— Huddesford, George (bap. 1749, d. 1809)

Date: 1801

"Panting he gaz'd, scarce able to sustain / The soft impressions which his heart assail'd."

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1801

" Th' impression sad pervaded every breast,"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1802

"Yet laws there are, whose power each being feels, Impress'd on every heart with Nature's seals."

— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)

Date: 1803

"WHEN the awaken'd soul receives / The first impression fancy gives / Temper'd by soft affection's reign, / Sweet are the days of pleasing pain."

— Hunter [née Home], Anne (1742-1821)

Date: 1803

"But give the tone of brain, the nerves which bear / Faithful impressions strong; give the mild sun / Of opportunity to dart its rays; / Give leisure, curious search, the strenuous thought / Aiming at worth superlative, give time / Which solely perfects wisdom; and the form / Of Genius will arise"

— Downman, Hugh (1740-1809)

Date: 1803

The muse "beams a visionary day: / Bright as the magic torch she early gave / To light thy ven'trous way, through fancy's secret cave."

— Hunter [née Home], Anne (1742-1821)

Date: w. 1798, 1803-4

"He had perceived the presence and the power / Of greatness, and deep feelings had impressed / Great objects on his mind with portraiture / And colour so distinct that on his mind / They lay like substances, and almost seemed / To haunt the bodily sense."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)