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)
Date: 1820
"Ah woe! / Ah woe! Alas! pain, pain ever, for ever! / I close my tearless eyes, but see more clear / Thy works within my woe-illumèd mind, / Thou subtle tyrant!"
preview | full record— 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...
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)