Date: 1818
"The lake unruffled [i.e., the mind], will reflect / A picture fair of earth and skies; / But how distorted its effect, / When ripples o'er the surface rise."
preview | full record— Park, Thomas (1759-1834)
Date: 1819
"'I sought the town, and to the ocean gave / 'My mind and thoughts, as restless as the wave"
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: 1819
"He who saves me from this conclusion, who makes a mock of this doctrine, and sets at nought its power, is to me not less than the God of my idolatry, for he has left one drop of comfort in my soul."
preview | full record— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)
Date: 1820
"And the beasts, and the birds, and the insects were drowned / In an ocean of dreams without a sound; / Whose waves never mark, though they ever impress / The light sand which paves it, consciousness"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1820
"I curse thee! let a sufferer's curse / Clasp thee, his torturer, like remorse; / Till thine Infinity shall be / A robe of envenomed agony; / And thine Omnipotence a crown of pain, / To cling like burning gold round thy dissolving brain."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1820
"And we breathe, and sicken not, / The atmosphere of human thought: / Be it dim, and dank, and gray, / Like a storm-extinguished day, / Travelled o'er by dying gleams; / Be it bright as all between / Cloudless skies and windless streams, / Silent, liquid, and serene; / As the birds within the win...
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: February, 1821
"This is the only true ideal--the heavenly tints of Fancy reflected in the bubbles that float upon the spring-tide of human life."
preview | full record— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)
Date: February, 1821
"I said to myself, 'This is true eloquence: this is a man pouring out his mind on paper.'"
preview | full record— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)
Date: 1822
"Thrice has a gloomy vision hunted me / As thus from sleep into the troubled day; / It shakes me as the tempest shakes the sea, / Leaving no figure upon memory's glass"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)