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)

Date: 1820

"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"When from the slope side of a suburb hill, / Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a thrill / Of trumpets--Lycius started--the sounds fled, / But left a thought, a buzzing in his head."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"[A]nd she began to moan and sigh / Because he mused beyond her, knowing well / That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"How will thy soul, cloven to its depth with terror, / Gape like a hell within!"

— 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)