Date: 1799

"My father!--my father!--why have you concealed yourself so long from your son?--why have you not sooner communicated joy to a bosom to which it has hitherto been a stranger?"

— Plumptre, Anne (1760-1818); Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1799

"A country is only a family on a larger scale; and transient, indeed, must that unanimity be, when inclination is law, and the various passions of the mind are suffer'd to run riot"

— West, Matthew (d. 1814); Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1803

"Oh, Lindorf! various emotions crowd in upon my soul!"

— Boaden, James (1762-1839)

Date: 1804

"Once more I feel the gladdening touch of hope, and a crowd of delicious images, long banished from my bosom, return, and soothe its sorrows into rest."

— Dimond, William (c. 1784-1837)

Date: 1819

"Writing! O, I should have written thousands of pamphlets by this time, if it wasn't that--that the first sentence is so damn'd hard to get over; but, unluckily, I have such a profusion of ideas, that, when I sit down to write, there is so much crowding and jostling among them, that, curse me, yo...

— Poole, John (1786-1872)

Date: 1820

"Clothe it in words, and bid it clasp his throne / In intercession; bend thy soul in prayer, / And like a suppliant in some gorgeous fane, / Let the will kneel within thy haughty heart."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"Yet am I king over myself, and rule / The torturing and conflicting throngs within, / As Jove rules you when Hell grows mutinous."

— 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...

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)