Date: 1800, 1806

"He is young, / And yet the stamp of thought so tempers youth, / That all its fires are faded"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: September 10, 1802

"A Poet's Heart & Intellect should be combined, intimately combined & unified, with the great appearances in Nature -- & not merely held in solution & loose mixture with them, in the shape of formal Similies."

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: 1804

"Los took his globe of fire to search the interiors of Albions / Bosom, in all the terrors of friendship, entering the caves / Of despair & death, to search the tempters out"

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1806

"On a shelf, / (Yclept a mantle-piece) a phial stands, / Half fill'd with potent spirits!--haunt the poet's restless brain, / And fill his mind with fancies whimsical."

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1797, 1806

"While shadows, blanks to reason's orb, / In dread succession haunt the brain"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1806

"Where is the stamp which marks th' immortal soul, / And places thee above the growling brute?"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893

"perhaps this is the night / Of Prophecy & Luvah hath burst his way from Enitharmon / When Thought is closd in Caves. Then love shall shew its root in deepest Hell"

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1811

"The senses are the only inlets of knowledge, and there is an inward sense that had persuaded me of this."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1817

"The wise Stagyrite speaks of no successive particles propagating motion like billiard balls (as Hobbs;) nor of nervous or animal spirits, where inanimate and irrational solids are thawed down, and distilled, or filtrated by ascension, into living and intelligent fluids, that etch and re-etch eng...

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

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)