Date: w. 1821, 1840
"Poetry thus makes immortal all that is best and most beautiful in the world; it arrests the vanishing apparitions which haunt the interlunations of life, and veiling them, or in language or in form, sends them forth among mankind, bearing sweet news of kindred joy to those with whom their sister...
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: w. 1821, 1840
Poetry "reproduces the common universe of which we are portions and percipients, and it purges from our inward sight the film of familiarity which obscures from us the wonder of our being."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: w. 1821, 1840
"But even whilst they deny and abjure, they are yet compelled to serve, that power which is seated on the throne of their own soul."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: w. 1821, 1840
"The greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this power arises from within, like the color of a flower which fades and changes as it is developed, and the conscious p...
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Date: 1842
"Absence cannot guard the cell / Where wayward thoughts are doom'd to dwell"
preview | full record— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)
Date: September, 1843
"In Germany, everything is forcibly suppressed; a real anarchy of the mind, the reign of stupidity itself, prevails there, and Zurich obeys orders from Berlin."
preview | full record— Marx, Karl (1818-1883)
Date: 1850
"My imagination was a tarnished mirror. It would not reflect, or only with miserable dimness, the figures with which I did my best to people it."
preview | full record— Hawthorne, Nathaniel (1804-1864)
Date: 1850
"The characters of the narrative would not be warmed and rendered malleable by any heat that I could kindle at my intellectual forge."
preview | full record— Hawthorne, Nathaniel (1804-1864)
Date: Late Autumn, 1882
"A letter always seemed to me like Immortality, for is it not the mind alone, without corporeal friend?"
preview | full record— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)