The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
‘Hellas’ (1822) l. 1060
O cease! must hate and death return?
Cease! must men kill and die?
Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn
Of bitter prophecy.
The world is weary of the past,
Oh, might it die or rest at last!
‘Hellas’ (1822) l. 1096
I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed.
Gods and men, we are all deluded thus!
It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed.
‘Hymn of Pan’
The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats though unseen among us,—visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower.
‘Hymn to Intellectual Beauty’ (1816)
The day becomes more solemn and serene
When noon is past—there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
‘Hymn to Intellectual Beauty’ (1816)
I love all waste
And solitary places; where we taste
The pleasure of believing what we see
Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
‘Julian and Maddalo’ (1818) l. 14
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
‘Julian and Maddalo’ (1818) l. 57
Me—who am as a nerve o’er which do creep
The else unfelt oppressions of this earth.
‘Julian and Maddalo’ (1818) l. 449
Most wretched men
Are cradled into poetry by wrong:
They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
‘Julian and Maddalo’ (1818) l. 544
London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow
At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore