Date: 1817, 1818
"My mind became the book through which I grew / Wise in all human wisdom"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
"My mind became the book through which I grew / Wise in all human wisdom, and its cave, / Which like a mine I rifled through and through, / To me the keeping of its secrets gave"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
There is "One mind, the type of all, the moveless wave / Whose calm reflects all moving things that are"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
"With ever-changing notes it floats along, / Till on my passive soul there seemed to creep / A melody, like waves on wrinkled sands that leap"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817
"Not until my dream became / Like a child's legend on the tideless sand. / Which the first foam erases half, and half / Leaves legible"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
"Look on your mind--it is the book of fate-- / Ah! it is dark with many a blazoned name / Of misery--all are mirrors of the same"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
"But the dark fiend who with his iron pen / Dipped in scorn's fiery poison, makes his fame / Enduring there, would o'er the heads of men / Pass harmless, if they scorned to make their hearts his den."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817
"A sense of real things come doubly strong, / And, like a muddy stream, would bear along / My soul to nothingness."
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1817
"Ah! when will the yoke of Custom--Custom, the blind tyrant, of which all the other tyrants make their slave--ah! when will that misery-perpetuating yoke be shaken off?--when, when will Reason be seated on her throne?"
preview | full record— Bentham, Jeremy (1748-1832)
Date: 1817
"In this idea originated the plan of the Lyrical Ballads; in which it was agreed, that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic, yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure...
preview | full record— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)