Date: 1811, 1812
"The soul, a cheering lamp, the scene illumes, / Fed with the splendour of ethereal rays, / And bright'ning still, as still the frame decays"
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: 1814, 1816, 1896
"Yet Wit, and Wisdom, Folly's shame to shun, / Will say 'tis heavenly Moonshine, not the Sun-- / Not suffer Pride to praise its feeble glow, / Beyond Heav'n's brighter beams which blaze below; / But like a Lamp, or Candle, keep its place, / To light Man's Mind with Truths of terrene Race."
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1814, 1816, 1896
"Nor, while its light dispels each dreary doubt, / To put the heavenly lamp of Reason out, / But trim, and feed it, that its friendly aids, / May shape his track thro' Time's untrodden shades"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1814, 1816, 1896
"The common Sense of faithful Christians flout, / And puff Heav'n-lighted lamps of Reason, out!"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1814, 1816, 1896
"Should Reason trim her lamp of heavenly light, / To show such shameless, rash, example right"?
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1816
"In my youth's summer I did sing of One, / The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind."
preview | full record— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)
Date: 1817
"Nor should we pass the secret cell, / Where lonely Science loves to dwell, / Pleas'd, from its lamp, to cast the ray / That lights the mind's beclouded day."
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1817, 1818
"'twas her lover's face-- / It might resemble her--it once had been / The mirror of her thoughts, and still the grace / Which her mind's shadow cast, left there a lingering trace"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1820
"Obscurely through my brain, like shadows dim, / Sweep awful thoughts, rapid and thick."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1820
"Pity the self-despising slaves of Heaven, / Not me, within whose mind sits peace serene, / As light in the sun, throned."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)