Date: 1824

"'I rose; and, bending at her sweet command, / Touched with faint lips the cup she raised, / And suddenly my brain became as sand / 'Where the first wave had more than half erased / The track of deer on desert Labrador; / Whilst the wolf, from which they fled amazed, / 'Leaves his stamp visibly u...

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1824

"What was this grief, which ne'er in other minds / A mirror found"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1824

"In his soul's mirror Ellen had grown dim, / And yet she was unchanged--though not for him!"

— Moir, David Macbeth (1798-1851)

Date: 1824

"'My Sovereign, O beware: with piercing eye/ 'The secrets of thine Odo's bosom try: / 'Virtue, that never asks the test to spare, / 'The mirror to its inmost thoughts can claim; / 'And come forth purer from the searching flame!'"

— Brydges, Sir Samuel Egerton (1762-1837)

Date: 1824

"What if thy deep and ample stream should be / A mirror of my heart, where she may read / The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee"

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

Date: 1824

"The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, / Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed"

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

Date: 1824

"What do I say--a mirror of my heart? / Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong? / Such as my feelings were and are, thou art; / And such as thou art were my passions long."

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

Date: 1824

"And in my wisdom are the orbs of Heaven / Written as in a record"

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: November 1824

"Surely it is no exaggeration to say that no external advantage is to be compared with that purification of the intellectual eye which gives us to contemplate the infinite wealth of the mental world, all the hoarded treasures of its primeval dynasties, all the shapeless ore of its yet unexplored ...

— Thomas Babington Macaulay, 1st Baron Macaulay (1800-1859)

Date: January 8, 1824

"The string you touched in your last truly kind letter has been vibrating ever since, and making music most delightful to a parent's mental ear; an organ not commonly noticed, but which is full as much in daily exercise as the mind's eye of which we speak so familiarly."

— Wilberforce, William (1759-1833)