Date: 1839-1842

"My heart within / Melts as the wax."

— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)

Date: 1842

The fancy may haunt a place from the one's past

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

Time may not "wear thy heart-stamp'd form away"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"Unchang'd the lasting images remain, / Of which Remembrance ever holds the chain."

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

In memory one may see the "nameless graces" of a friend's "polish'd mind"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"The heart retires within her cave, / And, bleeding, asks an early grave!"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: December 1847

"These were days when my heart was volcanic / As the scoriac rivers that roll-- / As the lavas that restlessly roll / Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek / In the ultimate climes of the pole."

— Poe, Edgar Allan (1809-1849)

Date: 1848

We may like on our fled soul, like a "mother wild" on an "infant child" in an "eagle's claws"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1850

Imagination is "reason in her most exalted mood"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"This faculty [Imagination/Reason] hath been the feeding source / Of our long labour: we have traced the stream / From the blind cavern whence is faintly heard /Its natal murmur; followed it to light / And open day"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)