The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit’s fast.
‘Lamia’ (1820) pt. 2, l. 1
That purple-linéd palace of sweet sin.
‘Lamia’ (1820) pt. 2, l. 31
In pale contented sort of discontent.
‘Lamia’ (1820) pt. 2, l. 135
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings.
‘Lamia’ (1820) pt. 2, l. 229
Souls of poets dead and gone,
\What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Have ye tippled drink more fine
Than mine host’s Canary wine?
‘Lines on the Mermaid Tavern’ (1820)
Pledging with contented smack
The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
‘Lines on the Mermaid Tavern’ (1820)
Rich in the simple worship of a day.
‘Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!’ (written 1818)
Thou still unravished bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time.
‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ (1820) st. 1
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ (1820) st. 1
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.
‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ (1820) st. 2