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Date: 1826

"Her Heart was Judge, & could the difference trace / Between the Jocky-Air and real Grace, / Between the Lad, who was allowed to ride, / And show his Hunters at his Landlord's Side, / And One, who thought not that he should aspire / Beyond his Rank by riding with the Squire."

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

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Date: 1850

"I neither seem / To lack that first great gift, the vital soul, / Nor general Truths, which are themselves a sort / Of Elements and Agents, Under-powers, / Subordinate helpers of the living mind"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

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Date: 1850

"Nor, sedulous as I have been to trace / How Nature by extrinsic passion first / Peopled the mind with forms sublime or fair, / And made me love them, may I here omit / How other pleasures have been mine, and joys / Of subtler origin."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

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Date: 1850

"No familiar shapes / Remained, no pleasant images of trees, / Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields; / But huge and mighty forms, that do not live / Like living men, moved slowly through the mind / By day, and were a trouble to my dreams."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

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Date: c. 1862

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- / The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- / The stiff Heart questions 'was it He, that bore,' / And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before'?"

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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Date: 1892

"Remorse is memory awake, / Her companies astir."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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Date: 1892

"Winds of summer fields / Recollect the way,-- / Instinct picking up the key / Dropped by memory."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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Date: 1905

"'Know then, I cannot from my breast expel / 'A strong Impression fated there to dwell"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

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Date: 1922

"All night, through the eternity of night, / Pain was my portion though I could not feel. / Deep in my humbled heart you ground your heel, / Till I was reft of even my inner light, / Till reason from my mind had taken flight, / And all my world went whirling in a reel."

— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)

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Date: 1945

"The mob within the heart / Police cannot suppress / The riot given at the first / Is authorized as peace."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.