Date: 1842

"I think thy breast is meade o' brass"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"Regret came shivering through my veins, / And bound my tongue in iron chains; / My soul in prison seem'd to be / And ever must if torn from thee."

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"Small cause of triumph can the bravest feel, / For never yet were brave hearts made of steel."

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"Unchang'd the lasting images remain, / Of which Remembrance ever holds the chain."

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"E'en the mind's eye a glassy mirror shews, / And far too deeply her bold pencil draws"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

In memory one may see the "nameless graces" of a friend's "polish'd mind"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"Absence cannot guard the cell / Where wayward thoughts are doom'd to dwell"

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"And ere the sentence left its hallow'd cave, / Would tell what thought was venturing next abroad. / Nor had Disguise in all her face or soul / One place to hide her poor and artful head; / Truth and her train had tenanted each cell, / And honest Friendship at the portal stood / To point or tell ...

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Date: 1842

"[I]mages / Hurrying so swiftly their fresh witcheries / O'er the mind's mirror, that the several / Seems lost, or blended in the mighty All."

— De Vere, Sir Aubrey (1788-1846)

Date: 1942

"It has to be on that stage / And, like an insatiable actor, slowly and / With meditation, speak words that in the ear, / In the delicatest ear of the mind, repeat, / Exactly, that which it wants to hear, at the sound / Of which, an invisible audience listens, / Not to the play, but to itself, ex...

— Stevens, Wallace (1879-1955)