Date: 1820

"Only a sense / Remains of them, like the omnipotence / Of music, when the inspired voice and lute / Languish, ere yet the responses are mute, / Which through the deep and labyrinthine soul, / Like echoes through long caverns, wind and roll."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"And we breathe, and sicken not, / The atmosphere of human thought: / Be it dim, and dank, and gray, / Like a storm-extinguished day, / Travelled o'er by dying gleams; / Be it bright as all between / Cloudless skies and windless streams, / Silent, liquid, and serene; / As the birds within the win...

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1825

"This hallowed day, in Hymen's golden bands / Which joined consenting hearts and willing hands."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1826

"Now, with submission to my betters, I have another way, sir; I'll drive my tyrant from my heart, and place myself on her throne."

— King, Thomas (1730-1805)

Date: 1826

One may be "lord of [his] own tenement, and keep [his] household in order"

— King, Thomas (1730-1805)

Date: 1826

A woman's "reason [may be] ship-wrecked upon her passion, and the hulk of her understanding lies thumping against the rock of her fury"

— King, Thomas (1730-1805)

Date: January 9, 1827

"Lady Stanmore will never know the value of domestic happiness till she has lost it: she will then find that female domination is wretched slavery; and that the silken tie--the silver links that chain the heart of woman to a worthy husband, is her noblest ornament--her crown of triumph."

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

Date: w. 1795-1796, first published 1842

"In these my lonely wanderings I perceived / What mighty objects do impress their forms / To elevate our intellectual being."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1848

"Choak not the granary of thy noble mind / With more bad bitter grain"

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]

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"

— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]