Date: 1820

"Then let winged Fancy wander / Through the thought still spread beyond her:"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, / Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Fancy, high-commission'd:--send her! / She has vassals to attend her."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Break the mesh /Of the Fancy's silken leash; / Quickly break her prison-string."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"A rosy sanctuary will I dress / With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"We'll make his temple in our breast, / And offer up a tear."

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: 1820

"Good bye, I wish you a wiser master--a jailor' heart should be like you--iron."

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

Date: 1820

"And the beasts, and the birds, and the insects were drowned / In an ocean of dreams without a sound; / Whose waves never mark, though they ever impress / The light sand which paves it, consciousness"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"'Tis in that hour the mind receives ... The best impression virtue gives."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1820

"The memoranda of the mind, Which on the inmost page so white, The ready pencil might indite.* "Take this," she said, "and when your thought* Is with a sudden image fraught,*--Inscribe it here and let it live, Nor be a hasty fugitive:*It thence may gain a passage free

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)