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."
preview | full record— Poe, Edgar Allan (1809-1849)
Date: 1847
"I've dreamed in my life dreams that have staid with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind."
preview | full record— Brontë, Emily (1818-1848)
Date: 1848
"A young man's heart, by Heaven's blessing, is / A wide world, where a thousand new-born hopes / Empurple fresh the melancholy blood"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]
Date: 1848
We may like on our fled soul, like a "mother wild" on an "infant child" in an "eagle's claws"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1848
The soul may be spotted
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]
Date: 1850
Imagination is "reason in her most exalted mood"
preview | full record— 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"
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)
Date: 1850
"My own voice cheered me, and, far more, the mind's / Internal echo of the imperfect sound; / To both I listened, drawing from them both / A cheerful confidence in things to come"
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)
Date: 1850
"Yes, I remember when the changeful earth, / And twice five summers on my mind had stamped / The faces of the moving year, even then / I held unconscious intercourse with beauty / Old as creation"
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)
Date: 1850
"Meanwhile, my hope has been, that I might fetch / Invigorating thoughts from former years; / Might fix the wavering balance of my mind, / And haply meet reproaches too, whose power / May spur me on, in manhood now mature, / To honourable toil."
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)