Date: 1814

The heart may be a captive

— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)

Date: 1814

"Give me to send the laughing bowl around, / My soul in Bacchus' pleasing fetters bound."

— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)

Date: 1814

"There is a war, a chaos of the mind, / When all its elements convulsed, combined / Lie dark and jarring with perturbéd force, / And gnashing with impenitent Remorse"

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

Date: 1814

"All, in a word, from which all eyes must start, / That opening sepulchre, the naked heart / Bares with its buried woes--till Pride awake, / To snatch the mirror from the soul, and break."

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

Date: 1814

"No single passion, and no ruling thought / That leaves the rest, as once, unseen, unsought, / But the wild prospect when the Soul reviews, / All rushing through their thousand avenues"

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

Date: w. August 1814

"Fill for me a brimming bowl / *And let me in it drown my soul: */ But put therein some drug, designed */ To Banish Women from my mind."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: w. August 1814

"Yet as the Tuscan mid the snow / Of Lapland thinks on sweet Arno, / Even so for ever shall she be / The Halo of my Memory."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: w. 1798-1800, 1814

"To these emotions, whencesoe'er they come, / Whether from breath of outward circumstance, / Or from the Soul--an impulse to herself-- / I would give utterance in numerous verse."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: w. 1798-1800, 1814

"Of the individual Mind that keeps her own / Inviolate retirement, subject there / To Conscience only, and the law supreme / Of that Intelligence which governs all."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: w. 1798-1800, 1814

"Not Chaos, not / The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, / Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out / By help of dreams--can breed such fear and awe / As fall upon us often when we look / Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man-- / My haunt, and the main region of my song."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)