Date: 1803

"As languid on the banks I lie reclined, / Half-formed ideas melting in my mind; / The maddening cattle hurry to the wood / Or, stung with swarming insects, seek the flood."

— Wilson, John, Scottish Poet (1720-1789)

Date: 1803

"A Whirlpool swallowing up each awful thought / That Heav'n had stamp'd, or education taught."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1803

"And all the floating thoughts we find / Upon the surface of the mind."

— Cowper, William (1731-1800)

Date: w. c. 1800, 1805

"These sudden eruptions of the passions of the multitude, spread, like the lava of a volcano, throughout all France, nor could men of correct judgment, who aimed only at reform of abuses, and a renovation in all the departments, check the fury of the torrent."

— Warren, Mercy Otis (1728-1814)

Date: 1806

"Whan ardent youth, wi' boiling blood, / Ilk trace o'glowing passion loo'd."

— MacNeill, Hector (1746-1818)

Date: 1807-8

"[T]hrough the cells / And channels of his phrensy-stricken brain / Rage and confusion rush'd; the solemn peal / Broke on his ear like his salvation's knell, / Whilst his vext conscience struggled, but too late, / To rend th' insatiate demon from his heart"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1807-8

"So minds debas'd can torture gen'rous acts: / And thus, by terrors haunted, hunger-pinch'd, / Hag-ridden by the demon at their hearts, / Suspicious, tost from thought to thought, they watch'd / The lagging hours of night"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1810, 1820

"Though slow to entertain thoughts of love, as soon as he perceives the partiality of his ward, it enters his breast like a torrent when the flood-gates are opened."

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

Date: November 10, 1813

"I by no means rank poetry or poets high in the scale of intellect. This may look like affectation, but it is my real opinion. It is the lava of the imagination whose eruptions prevents an earthquake."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: 1814

"So when the breeze of life is felt / To ruffle, how those fancies melt; / And real woe,--ideal rest, / Flutter uncertain in the breast."

— Reynolds, John Hamilton (1796-1852)