Date: 1837

The heart may be made of stone

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: 1837

"Make Thou my spirit pure and clear / As are the frosty skies, / Or this first snowdrop of the year / That in my bosom lies."

— Tennyson, Alfred, first Baron Tennyson (1809–1892)

Date: 1837

"As these white robes are soil'd and dark, / To yonder shining ground; / As this pale taper's earthly spark, / To yonder argent round; / So shows my soul before the Lamb, / My spirit before Thee; / So in mine earthly house I am, / To that I hope to be."

— Tennyson, Alfred, first Baron Tennyson (1809–1892)

Date: 1838

"Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, / And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1838

"Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords / Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1838

The soul "may be a lawn besprinkled o'er with flowers, and stirring shades, and baffled beams"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1838

All the "eye doth meet is mist and crag" in "the world of thought and mental might"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1838

The conquer'd mind may waste in slow disease

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1838

" But hope rose gently in the mother's breast; / For well she knew that neither grief nor joy / Pain'd without hope, or pleased without alloy"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Date: 1838

Strong are the passions that invade the mind

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)