Date: October 4, 1802

"O pure of heart! thou need'st not ask of me / What this strong music in the soul may be!"

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: 1805

"Alas! when ev'ry Muse is fled, / How wretched He who writes for bread! / Who, when the joyous years are flown, / And Reason totters on her throne, / And Fancy fails, and Nature tires, / And Fame herself no more inspires, / And ev'n the sweet return of Spring / No more can make the Poet sing, / T...

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

Date: 1816

"Since my young days of passion--joy, or pain-- / Perchance my heart and harp have lost a string-- / And both may jar."

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

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"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1818

The "lyre" of the soul may be "Eolian tun'd"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"The lyre of his soul Eolian tun'd / Forgot all violence, and but commun'd / With melancholy though."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"A moment's thought is passion's passing bell"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Only a sense / Remains of them, like the omnipotence / Of music, when the inspired voice and lute / Languish, ere yet the responses are mute, / Which through the deep and labyrinthine soul, / Like echoes through long caverns, wind and roll."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1821

"The peaceful conscience is the boon / That keeps the jarring mind in tune"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1848

"Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! / Attuning still the soul to tenderness"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)