The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

And when Rome falls—the World.
‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage’ (1812-18) canto 4, st. 145
The Lord of the unerring bow,
The God of life, and poesy, and light.
‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage’ (1812-18) canto 4, st. 161
Oh! that the desert were my dwelling-place,
With one fair spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And, hating no one, love but only her!
‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage’ (1812-18) canto 4, st. 177
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and, music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage’ (1812-18) canto 4, st. 178
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage’ (1812-18) canto 4, st. 179
Dark-heaving;—boundless, endless, and sublime—
The image of eternity.
‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage’ (1812-18) canto 4, st. 183 (the sea)
The glory and the nothing of a name.
‘Churchill’s Grave’ (1816)
Such hath it been—shall be—beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one.
‘The Corsair’ (1814) canto 1, st. 8
There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
That raised emotions both of rage and fear;
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!
‘The Corsair’ (1814) canto 1, st. 9
Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells,
Lonely and lost to light for evermore,
Save when to thine my heart responsive swells,