Date: 1817, 1818

"But the dark fiend who with his iron pen / Dipped in scorn's fiery poison, makes his fame / Enduring there, would o'er the heads of men / Pass harmless, if they scorned to make their hearts his den."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1817

"A sense of real things come doubly strong, / And, like a muddy stream, would bear along / My soul to nothingness."

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The soul knits "wingedly" with "the orbed drop of light" that is love

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

The soul may be bent like a "spiritual bow" and "twang'd" inwardly

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

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

"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

"It is strictly the language of the imagination; and the imagination is that faculty which represents objects, not as they are in themselves, but as they are moulded by other thoughts and feelings, into an infinite variety of shapes and combinations of power."

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: 1818, 1859

"Now this is by no means possible, for as soon as we turn into ourselves to make the attempt, and seek for once to know ourselves fully by means of introspective reflection, we are lost in a bottomless void; we find ourselves like the hollow glass globe, from out of which a voice speaks whose cau...

— Schopenhauer, Arthur (1788-1860)

Date: 1819

"Such acts will stamp their moral on the soul"

— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)