Date: 1850

"The images that play / Upon the mirror of the mind, will pierce / And burst the veil, and strive to show their shapes, / And tints of bright magnificence and beauty / Before a wondering world"

— Brydges, Sir Samuel Egerton (1762-1837)

Date: 1850

"I am the mirror of man's mind, / In whose serene impassive face / What cannot die on earth you trace"

— Montgomery, James (1771-1854)

Date: 1850

"And, like the lake by storm or moonlight seen, / With darkening furrows or cerulean mien, / His countenance, the mirror of his breast, / The calm or trouble of his soul express'd"

— Montgomery, James (1771-1854)

Date: 1850

"Without reflection, or comparison / They take what offers to th' untroubled mirror / Of their slight intellects"

— Brydges, Sir Samuel Egerton (1762-1837)

Date: 1850

"This faculty [Imagination/Reason] hath been the feeding source / Of our long labour: we have traced the stream / From the blind cavern whence is faintly heard /Its natal murmur; followed it to light / And open day"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"My own voice cheered me, and, far more, the mind's / Internal echo of the imperfect sound; / To both I listened, drawing from them both / A cheerful confidence in things to come"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

The poet's mind is "best pleased / While she as duteous as the mother dove / Sits brooding, lives not always to that end, / But like the innocent bird, hath goadings on/ That drive her as in trouble through the groves."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"I neither seem / To lack that first great gift, the vital soul, / Nor general Truths, which are themselves a sort / Of Elements and Agents, Under-powers, / Subordinate helpers of the living mind"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"Nor, sedulous as I have been to trace / How Nature by extrinsic passion first / Peopled the mind with forms sublime or fair, / And made me love them, may I here omit / How other pleasures have been mine, and joys / Of subtler origin."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"Yes, I remember when the changeful earth, / And twice five summers on my mind had stamped / The faces of the moving year, even then / I held unconscious intercourse with beauty / Old as creation"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)