Date: 1794

"In like manner many of our ideas are originally excited in tribes."

— Darwin, Erasmus (1731-1802)

Date: 1794

"As those which contribute to circulate the blood, and to perform the various secretions; as well as the associate tribes and trains of ideas, which contribute to furnish the perpetual streams of our dreaming imaginations."

— Darwin, Erasmus (1731-1802)

Date: 1794

"When we are suddenly awaked by any violent stimulus, the surprise totally disunites the trains of our sleeping ideas from these of our waking ones; but if we gradually awake, this does not happen; and we readily unravel the preceding trains of imagination."

— Darwin, Erasmus (1731-1802)

Date: 1794

"How thoughts to thoughts are link'd with viewless chains, / Tribes leading tribes, and trains pursuing trains."

— Bilsborrow, Dewhurst (fl. 1794)

Date: 1794

"With shadowy trident how Volition guides, / Surge after surge, his intellectual tides; / Or, Queen of Sleep, Imagination roves / With frantic Sorrows, or delirious Loves."

— Bilsborrow, Dewhurst (fl. 1794)

Date: 1794

"As he stood under its shade, and looked up among its branches, still luxuriant, and saw here and there the blue sky trembling between them; the pursuits and events of his early days crowded fast to his mind, with the figures and characters of friends--long since gone from the earth; and he now f...

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1794

"Emily's image, indeed, still lived there; but it was no longer the friend, the monitor, that saved him from himself, and to which he retired to weep the sweet, yet melancholy, tears of tenderness."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1794

"True Madam! But how hard to feign a merriment to which the heart's a stranger!"

— Dudley, Sir Henry Bate (1745-1824)

Date: 1795, 1796

"But, hear, Louisa--a thought, just now, vast and immense as my own boundless passion, crowds on my troubled mind."

— Timaeus, J. J. (1763-1809); Friedrich von Schiller (1759-1805)

Date: 1796

"Still, still my soul in memory's inmost cell, / Where images most dear, most sacred dwell, / With willing gratitude retains, reveres, / Thy faithful service to my weakest years!"

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)