Date: 1820

"He might as wisely and as easily determine that his mind should no longer be the mirror of all that is lovely in the visible universe as exclude from his contemplation the beautiful which exists in the writings of a great contemporary."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"Every man's mind is, in this respect, modified by all the objects of Nature and art; by every word and every suggestion which he ever admitted to act upon his consciousness; it is the mirror upon which all forms are reflected and in which they compose one form."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

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"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1822-8

"When Raphael went, / His heavenly face the mirror of his mind, / His mind a temple for all lovely things / To flock to and inhabit"

— Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855)

Date: 1823

"Retire: but look into your past impression! / And you will find, though shuddering at the mirror / Of your own thoughts, in all their self confession, / The lurking bias, be it truth or error, / To the unknown."

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

Date: 1824

"What was this grief, which ne'er in other minds / A mirror found"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1824

"In his soul's mirror Ellen had grown dim, / And yet she was unchanged--though not for him!"

— Moir, David Macbeth (1798-1851)

Date: 1824

"'My Sovereign, O beware: with piercing eye/ 'The secrets of thine Odo's bosom try: / 'Virtue, that never asks the test to spare, / 'The mirror to its inmost thoughts can claim; / 'And come forth purer from the searching flame!'"

— Brydges, Sir Samuel Egerton (1762-1837)

Date: 1824

"What if thy deep and ample stream should be / A mirror of my heart, where she may read / The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee"

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

Date: 1824

"What do I say--a mirror of my heart? / Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong? / Such as my feelings were and are, thou art; / And such as thou art were my passions long."

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