Date: 1818

Herald thought may be sent into a wilderness to dress an uncertain path with green

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"My silent thoughts are echoing from these shells."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

Thought may be wooed "to steal about the labyrinth in the soul"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The faithful bless the Lord's "empire o'er the willing soul"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1818

"The lyre of his soul Eolian tun'd / Forgot all violence, and but commun'd / With melancholy though."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818 (1819?)

"There are four seasons in the mind of man"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818 (1819?)

"His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings / He furleth close."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818 (1819?)

"He has his Summer, when luxuriously / Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves / To ruminate"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"The Beings of the Mind are not of clay: / Essentially immortal, they create / And multiply in us a brighter ray / And more beloved existence"

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

Date: 1818

"Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, / And with a fresher growth replenishing the void."

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