Date: 1761

"My Soul is tost / Upon a sea of blood, whose stormy channel / My lab'ring bark must pass, e're it can reach / That land of Peace, to which its Hopes are bound."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Soon as the guilty passion is allay'd, / The green and morbid colour of our souls / Is chang'd to virgin white; a gentle breeze / Of pity springs within us."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"The storm is past; / Sorrows as deep, tho' calmer, now succeed; / My soul shuts out each soft and joyful sense, / Ev'n Love itself, to entertain thy wrongs."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1771

"And, like my friend, a gen'rous aim pursues: / To combat vice in this licentious age, / To teach the pleasing moral from the stage, / The rising gusts of passion to controul"

— Stevens, George Alexander (1710?-1784)

Date: 1820

"Thus a number of writers possess the form, whilst they want the spirit of those whom, it is alleged, they imitate; because the former is the endowment of the age in which they live, and the latter must be the uncommunicated lightning of their own mind."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning, and the equilibrium between institutions and opinions is now restoring or is about to be restored."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"Hark, sister! what a low yet dreadful groan / Quite unsuppressed is tearing up the heart / Of the good Titan, as storms tear the deep, / And beasts hear the sea moan in inland caves."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1820

"And we breathe, and sicken not, / The atmosphere of human thought: / Be it dim, and dank, and gray, / Like a storm-extinguished day, / Travelled o'er by dying gleams; / Be it bright as all between / Cloudless skies and windless streams, / Silent, liquid, and serene; / As the birds within the win...

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1826

A woman's "reason [may be] ship-wrecked upon her passion, and the hulk of her understanding lies thumping against the rock of her fury"

— King, Thomas (1730-1805)