Date: 1848

"Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! / Attuning still the soul to tenderness"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

" Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"I cannot see, / Fancy is dead and drunken at its goal"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1848

"When I have fears that I may cease to be / Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain [...] "

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1862

"Thy present ill with pictures of the past / Is oft beguiled; so fresh the colours last / In thy mind 's mirror pure, at will display'd"

— Strong, Charles (1785-1864)

Date: 1870

"All her loveliness / Is Beauty's reflex, when she mirror proves / To man's o'erruling mind, whose powër moves / Upon her aspect,"

— Heraud, John Abraham (1799-1887)

Date: 1870

One may be "An honest earnest soul sincere, / An independent spirit true, / Whose mind was as a mirror clear, / And from the world no shadow knew"

— Heraud, John Abraham (1799-1887)