Date: 1817
"bring a mind, / Where legal and where moral sense are join'd, / With the pure essence; holy thoughts, that dwell / In the soul's most retired, and sacred cell"
preview | full record— Gifford, William (1756-1826)
Date: 1817
"Nor should we pass the secret cell, / Where lonely Science loves to dwell, / Pleas'd, from its lamp, to cast the ray / That lights the mind's beclouded day."
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1817
"The thought thereof is awful, sweet, and holy, / Chacing away all worldliness and folly; / Coming sometimes like fearful claps of thunder, Or the low rumblings earth's regions under; / And sometimes like a gentle whispering / Of all the secrets of some wond'rous thing / That breathes about u...
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1817, 1818
"Yet in my hollow looks and withered mien / The likeness of a shape for which was braided / The brightest woof of genius, still was seen."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
"'twas her lover's face-- / It might resemble her--it once had been / The mirror of her thoughts, and still the grace / Which her mind's shadow cast, left there a lingering trace"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
"My mind became the book through which I grew / Wise in all human wisdom"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
"My mind became the book through which I grew / Wise in all human wisdom, and its cave, / Which like a mine I rifled through and through, / To me the keeping of its secrets gave"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
There is "One mind, the type of all, the moveless wave / Whose calm reflects all moving things that are"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
"With ever-changing notes it floats along, / Till on my passive soul there seemed to creep / A melody, like waves on wrinkled sands that leap"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817
"Not until my dream became / Like a child's legend on the tideless sand. / Which the first foam erases half, and half / Leaves legible"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)