Date: 1845
"Mr. Gore lived in St. Michael's, Talbot county, Maryland, when I left there; and if he is still alive, he very probably lives there now; and if so, he is now, as he was then, as highly esteemed and as much respected as though his guilty soul had not been stained with his brother's blood."
preview | full record— Douglass, Frederick (1818-1895)
Date: December 1847
"These were days when my heart was volcanic / As the scoriac rivers that roll-- / As the lavas that restlessly roll / Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek / In the ultimate climes of the pole."
preview | full record— Poe, Edgar Allan (1809-1849)
Date: 1847
"I've dreamed in my life dreams that have staid with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind."
preview | full record— Brontë, Emily (1818-1848)
Date: 1848
"A young man's heart, by Heaven's blessing, is / A wide world, where a thousand new-born hopes / Empurple fresh the melancholy blood"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]
Date: 1848
We may like on our fled soul, like a "mother wild" on an "infant child" in an "eagle's claws"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)
Date: 1848
The soul may be spotted
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821) [in collab. with Brown]
Date: 1850
Imagination is "reason in her most exalted mood"
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)
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"
preview | full record— 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"
preview | full record— 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"
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)


