Date: 1815

"Is Man to say--I've reach'd the goal, / I'll now dismiss th'imprison'd soul; / With my own hand I'll ope the way / From its base tenement of clay."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"With my own hand I'll ope the way / From its base tenement of clay; / Tir'd of its suff'rings here below, / I'll loose it from this scene of woe; / I'll prune its wings and let it fly, / To seek again its native sky."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"Fancy will sometimes take the lead / And play its part in Reason's stead."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"I know full well you cannot steel / Your breast, against the pains I feel"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"E'en now we see the human mind, / On many strange occasions blind"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815?

There are "thoughts that dwell /Deep in the lonely bosom's inmost cell / Unnoticed, and unknown, too painful wake, / And, like a tempest, the dark spirit shake, / When, starting from our slumberous apathy, / We gaze upon the scenes of days gone by."

— Bowles, William Lisle (1762-1850)

Date: 1815?

"Strait to her chamber, yester-eve, / Had she retreated from the cave, / And, wildering in a maze of thought, / Fear'd every hour with danger fraught"

— Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)

Date: January 1815

"The lover ceas'd--with bolder stroke / His oar the sparkling crystal broke, / While brighter than the current's brim / Soft Fancy's mirror shone for him."

— Anonymous

Date: March 30, 1816

"Look on her features! and behold her mind / As in a mirror of itself defined."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: 1816

"[T]ort'ring pangs" and inexplicable woe may "like a torrent" overwhelm the soul

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)