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Date: w. September 1794, 1797

"Wit, that no suffering could impair, / Was thine, and thine whose mental powers / Of force to chase the fiends that tear / From Fancy's hands her budding flowers."

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

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Date: 1797

"Grief, the most fatal of the heart's diseases, / Soon teaches, who it fastens on, to die."

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

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Date: 1797

"Fear thee, O Death!--Or hug the chains that bind / To joyless, cheerless life, her sick, reluctant mind?"

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

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Date: February 19, 1798

"Whether material substance unrefined, / Owns the strong impulse of instinctive mind, / Which to one centre points diverging lines, / Confounds, refracts, invig'rates, and combines?"

— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)

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Date: 1798

"Law and Reason's Empire to the skies" may "On the firm base of British freedom rise"

— Pye, Henry James (1745-1813)

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Date: 1798

"For scenes that frequent views of death impart, / Nerve the bold arm, and steel the manly heart"

— Pye, Henry James (1745-1813)

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Date: 1798

"Methinks, its [a fluttering "film"] motion in this hush of nature / Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, / Making it a companionable form, / Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit / By its own moods interprets, every where / Echo or mirror seeking of itself, / And makes a toy of Thou...

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

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Date: 1798

"So, mighty Burke! in thy sepulchral urn, / To fancy's view, the lamp of Truth shall burn"

— Canning, George (1770-1827)

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Date: w. 1789, 1798, 1800

"Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so; / Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, / 'Till all our minds for ever flow, / As thy deep waters now are flowing"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

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Date: February, 1798

"And what (I said) tho' blasphemy's loud scream / With that sweet music of deliv'rance strove; / Tho' all the fierce and drunken passions wove / A dance more wild than ever maniac's dream; / Ye storms, that round the dawning east assembled, / The sun was rising, tho' ye hid his light!"

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.