The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
‘Ode to a Nightingale’ (1820) st. 8
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?
‘Ode to a Nightingale’ (1820) st. 8
‘Mid hushed, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed,
Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian.
‘Ode to Psyche’ (1820) st. 1
Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan
Upon the midnight hours.
‘Ode to Psyche’ (1820) st. 2
Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my mind,
Where branchéd thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,
Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind.
‘Ode to Psyche’ (1820) st. 4
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm Love in!
‘Ode to Psyche’ (1820) st. 4
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
‘On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer’ (1817)
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific—and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
‘On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer’ (1817)
Mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep.
‘On Seeing the Elgin Marbles’ (1817)
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
‘On the Grasshopper and Cricket’ (1817)
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores,—and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns.