Date: 1818

The soul may be weeded of care

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1818

"Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, / And with a fresher growth replenishing the void."

— Byron, George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824)

Date: 1819

"But there are persons of that low and inordinate appetite for servility, that they cannot be satisfied with any thing short of that sort of tyranny that has lasted for ever, and is likely to last for ever; that is strengthened and made desperate by the superstitions and prejudices of ages; that ...

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: 1820

Lovers may share the "inward fragrance of each other's heart"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, / Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart / Made purple riot"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"Branched thoughts" or "dark-cluster'd trees" may be new grown in some untrodden region of the mind

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, / Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1820

"A rosy sanctuary will I dress / With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain"

— Keats, John (1795-1821)

Date: 1825

"Is there whose hours / Of still domestic leisure breathe the soul / Of friendship, peace, and elegant delight / Beneath poetic shades, where leads the Muse / Through walks of fragrance, and the fairy groves / Where young ideas blossom?"

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)