Date: 1804

"Still I perceive thee, in my heart enshrin'd, / Its guardian idol, and its favourite guest."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1804

"Stretch the Mind's Eye, and then behold, / Though circling Rounds thy Steps may tread"

— Collins, John [called Brush Collins] (1742-1808)

Date: 1804, 1816

"Of ink has for ever a flood, / To blacken a bosom of snow!"

— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)

Date: c. 1804-1811, 1818

"Urizen lay in darkness & solitude, in chains of the mind lock'd up."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1804

"Reason, blest Goddess! who disdains / Religion's Curbs, and mental Chains."

— Collins, John [called Brush Collins] (1742-1808)

Date: 1804, 1807

"Their souls shall reach the Sabbath of the skies;-- / As birds, from bleak Norwegia's wintry coast / Blown out to sea, strive to regain the shore, / But, vainly striving; yield them to the blast,-- / Swept o'er the deep to Albion's genial isle, / Amazed they light amid the bloomy sprays / Of som...

— Graham, James (1765-1811)

Date: w. 1798, 1803-4

"He had perceived the presence and the power / Of greatness, and deep feelings had impressed / Great objects on his mind with portraiture / And colour so distinct that on his mind / They lay like substances, and almost seemed / To haunt the bodily sense."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1805

"To draw whose character exceeds my art, / I bear it deep engraven in my heart; / Yet this one print drawn out, I'll dare to say / Phoebus himself can scarce the whole display"

— Blount [née Guise], Annabella (fl. 1700-741)

Date: 1805

"And, indeed, so long as chivalry lasted, the minstrels were protected and caressed, because their music tended to do honour to the ruling passion of the times, and to encourage and foment a martial spirit."

— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)

Date: 1805

"Alas! when ev'ry Muse is fled, / How wretched He who writes for bread! / Who, when the joyous years are flown, / And Reason totters on her throne, / And Fancy fails, and Nature tires, / And Fame herself no more inspires, / And ev'n the sweet return of Spring / No more can make the Poet sing, / T...

— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)