The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Where’s the cheek that doth not fade,
Too much gazed at? Where’s the maid
Whose lip mature is ever new?
‘Fancy’ (1820) l. 69
Where’s the face
One would meet in every place?
‘Fancy’ (1820) l. 73
Four seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man.
‘The Human Seasons’ (1819)
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat grey-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone.
‘Hyperion: A Fragment’ (1820) bk. 1, l. 1
No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer’s day
Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
‘Hyperion: A Fragment’ (1820) bk. 1, l. 7
The Naiad ’mid her reeds
Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips.
‘Hyperion: A Fragment’ (1820) bk. 1, l. 13
That large utterance of the early gods!
‘Hyperion: A Fragment’ (1820) bk. 1, l. 51
O aching time! O moments big as years!
‘Hyperion: A Fragment’ (1820) bk. 1, l. 64
As when, upon a trancéd summer-night,
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charméd by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
‘Hyperion: A Fragment’ (1820) bk. 1, l. 72
Sometimes eagle’s wings,
Unseen before by gods or wondering men,
Darkened the place.
‘Hyperion: A Fragment’ (1820) bk. 1, l. 182
And still they were the same bright, patient stars.
‘Hyperion: A Fragment’ (1820) bk. 1, l. 353
Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.
‘Hyperion: A Fragment’ (1820) bk. 3, l. 113