Date: 1814
"No single passion, and no ruling thought / That leaves the rest, as once, unseen, unsought, / But the wild prospect when the Soul reviews, / All rushing through their thousand avenues"
preview | full record— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)
Date: 1814
"[T]he soul's image to the view is brought / In the calm mirror of unruffled thought"
preview | full record— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)
Date: 1814
"Reason's powers, by studious care refined, / In moral graces dress the chasten'd mind."
preview | full record— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)
Date: 1814
"Her steady lamp shall pour its guiding ray, / And shed on lowliest minds celestial day."
preview | full record— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)
Date: 1814
"Death reveals his bright associate Truth,/ (Whose rays the new-departed soul illume, / Like those eternal lamps that light the tomb,)"
preview | full record— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)
Date: w. August 1814
"Fill for me a brimming bowl / *And let me in it drown my soul: */ But put therein some drug, designed */ To Banish Women from my mind."
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: w. August 1814
"Yet as the Tuscan mid the snow / Of Lapland thinks on sweet Arno, / Even so for ever shall she be / The Halo of my Memory."
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: w. 1798-1800, 1814
"To these emotions, whencesoe'er they come, / Whether from breath of outward circumstance, / Or from the Soul--an impulse to herself-- / I would give utterance in numerous verse."
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)
Date: w. 1798-1800, 1814
"Of the individual Mind that keeps her own / Inviolate retirement, subject there / To Conscience only, and the law supreme / Of that Intelligence which governs all."
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)
Date: w. 1798-1800, 1814
"Not Chaos, not / The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, / Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out / By help of dreams--can breed such fear and awe / As fall upon us often when we look / Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man-- / My haunt, and the main region of my song."
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)