Date: 1842

"Think'st thou fond memory will not bear / Thy image through the drowning tear? / The mind's eye then shall take the place, / And wander o'er thy much lov'd face."

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1845

"Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, / Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before."

— Poe, Edgar Allan (1809-1849)

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."

— Poe, Edgar Allan (1809-1849)

Date: 1848

The mind's palate may lose "its gust"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! / Attuning still the soul to tenderness"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

We may like on our fled soul, like a "mother wild" on an "infant child" in an "eagle's claws"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, / Would all their colours from the sunset take: / From something of material sublime, / Rather than shadow our own soul's day-time / In the dark void of night."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

" Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"I cannot see, / Fancy is dead and drunken at its goal"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"When I have fears that I may cease to be / Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain [...] "

— Keats, John (1795-1821)