Date: 1814

"Thus does the brain awhile conceive, / Its brilliant fancies, and believe;-- / And oh! those glowing hopes remain / A dazzling, yet deceitful train;-- / And many a liken'd image find, / Upon the mirror of the mind"

— Reynolds, John Hamilton (1796-1852)

Date: 1814

"So when the breeze of life is felt / To ruffle, how those fancies melt; / And real woe,--ideal rest, / Flutter uncertain in the breast."

— Reynolds, John Hamilton (1796-1852)

Date: 1814

"There is a war, a chaos of the mind, / When all its elements convulsed, combined / Lie dark and jarring with perturbéd force, / And gnashing with impenitent Remorse"

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: 1814

"All, in a word, from which all eyes must start, / That opening sepulchre, the naked heart / Bares with its buried woes--till Pride awake, / To snatch the mirror from the soul, and break."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: 1814

"No single passion, and no ruling thought / That leaves the rest, as once, unseen, unsought, / But the wild prospect when the Soul reviews, / All rushing through their thousand avenues"

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: January 1815

"The lover ceas'd--with bolder stroke / His oar the sparkling crystal broke, / While brighter than the current's brim / Soft Fancy's mirror shone for him."

— Anonymous