Date: 1814, 1816, 1896
"But, led by twilight lantern's twinkling pow'rs, / To guard such godlike Creatures' dozing hours, / For crumbs scrap'ed up, and dealt in scanty doles, / Just soldering Bodies, and cementing Souls!"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1814, 1816, 1896
"While all their [ideas'] features, fine; complexions, pure, / Neglected rust--nor long their dates endure--"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1815
"I know full well you cannot steel / Your breast, against the pains I feel"
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1816
"And Love, which lent a blazon to their shields, / With emblems well devised by amorous pride, / Through all the mail of iron hearts would glide."
preview | full record— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)
Date: 1817
"But he, the bard of every age and clime, / Of genius fruitful, ardent and sublime, / Who, from the glowing mint of fancy, pours / No spurious metal, fused from common ores, / But gold, to matchless purity refined, / And stamp'd with all the godhead in his mind."
preview | full record— Gifford, William (1756-1826)
Date: 1817
"[H]e must be possest, / Of more, Vagellius, than thy iron breast, / Who braves their anger, and with ten poor toes, / Defies such countless hosts of hobnail'd shoes."
preview | full record— Gifford, William (1756-1826)
Date: 1817
"The friends thou hast, and their adoption try'd, / Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;"
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1817, 1818
"My mind became the book through which I grew / Wise in all human wisdom, and its cave, / Which like a mine I rifled through and through, / To me the keeping of its secrets gave"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
"With ever-changing notes it floats along, / Till on my passive soul there seemed to creep / A melody, like waves on wrinkled sands that leap"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817
"Not until my dream became / Like a child's legend on the tideless sand. / Which the first foam erases half, and half / Leaves legible"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)