Date: 1817

"A sense of real things come doubly strong, / And, like a muddy stream, would bear along / My soul to nothingness."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The soul knits "wingedly" with "the orbed drop of light" that is love

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The soul may be bent like a "spiritual bow" and "twang'd" inwardly

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

Herald thought may be sent into a wilderness to dress an uncertain path with green

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"My silent thoughts are echoing from these shells."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"The Beings of the Mind are not of clay: / Essentially immortal, they create / And multiply in us a brighter ray / And more beloved existence"

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

Date: 1819

"Such acts will stamp their moral on the soul"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1819

"'Well I can call to mind the managed air / 'That gave no comfort, that brought no despair, / 'That in a dubious balance held the mind, / 'To each side turning, never much inclined."

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1819

"'She kept a sort of balance in the mind, / 'And as his pole a dancer on the rope, / 'The equal poise on both sides kept me up."

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1819

"'Just at this time the balance of the mind / 'Is this or that way by the weights inclined; / 'In this scale beauty, wealth in that abides, / 'In dubious balance, till the last subsides;"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)