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Date: 1862

"O may not gold, according to its kind, / Twist round your heart, and grow upon your mind!"

— Wesley, Samuel, the Younger (1691-1739)

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Date: 1862

"Through all our proceedings let reason bear rule"

— Mather, Joseph (1737-1804)

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Date: 1862

"Thy present ill with pictures of the past / Is oft beguiled; so fresh the colours last / In thy mind 's mirror pure, at will display'd"

— Strong, Charles (1785-1864)

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Date: 1862

"My heart within me like a stone / Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears."

— Rossetti, Christina (1830-1894)

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Date: c. 1862

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- / The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- / The stiff Heart questions 'was it He, that bore,' / And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before'?"

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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Date: 1863

"May, united, love and duty / In my bosom be enshrined, / And reflect each other's beauty / In the mirror of my mind."

— Daniel, George (1789-1864)

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Date: 1864

"Look, now, I melt a gourd-fruit into mash, / Add honeycomb and pods, I have perceived, / Which bite like finches when they bill and kiss,-- / Then, when froth rises bladdery, drink up all, / Quick, quick, till maggots scamper through my brain; / Last, throw me on my back i' the seeded thyme, / A...

— Browning, Robert (1812-1889)

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Date: 1865

"Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul, / With the holders holding my hand, nearing the call of the bird, / There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim."

— Whitman, Walt (1819-1892)

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Date: 1867

"This book by any yet unread, / I leave for you when I am dead, / That being gone, here you may find / What was your living mother's mind."

— Bradstreet, Anne (1612-1672)

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Date: 1868

"And images, that, in the musing mind, / As in a placid lake, lie mirrored and defined, / If ruffling winds along the surface stray, / Scatter'd and broken, pass like rack away"

— Lyte, Henry Francis (1793-1847)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.