The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 65
Its horror and its beauty are divine.
‘On the Medusa of Leonardo da Vinci’
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert.
‘Ozymandias’
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
‘Ozymandias’
Hell is a city much like London—
A populous and smoky city.
‘Peter Bell the Third’ (1819) pt. 3, st. 1
But from the first ’twas Peter’s drift
To be a kind of moral eunuch,
He touched the hem of Nature’s shift,
Felt faint—and never dared uplift
The closest, all-concealing tunic.
‘Peter Bell the Third’ (1819) pt. 4, st. 11
Ere Babylon was dust,
The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child,
Met his own image walking in the garden,
That apparition, sole of men, he saw.
‘Prometheus Unbound’ (1819) act 1, l. 191
Cruel he looks, but calm and strong,
Like one who does, not suffers wrong.
‘Prometheus Unbound’ (1819) act 1, l. 238
It doth repent me: words are quick and vain;
Grief for awhile is blind, and so was mine.
‘Prometheus Unbound’ (1820) act 1, l. 303
Kingly conclaves stern and cold
Where blood with guilt is bought and sold.
‘Prometheus Unbound’ (1820) act 1, l. 530
The good want power, but to weep barren tears.