Date: 1804

"Still I perceive thee, in my heart enshrin'd, / Its guardian idol, and its favourite guest."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: w. 1798, 1803-4

"He had perceived the presence and the power / Of greatness, and deep feelings had impressed / Great objects on his mind with portraiture / And colour so distinct that on his mind / They lay like substances, and almost seemed / To haunt the bodily sense."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1805

"Your Worth and Talents will unfold, / Richer than Needlework of Gold; / The native treasures of the soul, / True--as the Needle to the Pole."

— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)

Date: 1805

"And the gay vein of sportive Sense / Enrich'd by sterling Innocence; / Th'undrossy treasures of the Mind / Good-humour'd, graceful, and refin'd; / And, rivalling the Seers of old, / Whate'er you touch transmutes to Gold."

— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)

Date: 1805

"I've a hole in my heart, you may through it drive a cart"

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

Date: 1805

"[N]or shall the heav'n-born mind / Oblivious linger in the silent cave / Of endless hopeless sleep"

— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)

Date: w. 1805

"Hitherto, / In progress through this Verse, my mind hath look'd / Upon the speaking face of earth and heaven / As her prime Teacher, intercourse with man / Establish'd by the sovereign Intellect, / Who through that bodily Image hath diffus'd / A soul divine which we participate, / A deathless sp...

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1806

"On a shelf, / (Yclept a mantle-piece) a phial stands, / Half fill'd with potent spirits!--haunt the poet's restless brain, / And fill his mind with fancies whimsical."

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1797, 1806

"While shadows, blanks to reason's orb, / In dread succession haunt the brain"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"Where is the stamp which marks th' immortal soul, / And places thee above the growling brute?"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)