"The earth is our throne and the Sea a mighty Minstrell playing before it ..." ("Letters." To Jane Reynolds, September 14, 1817.)
"Ah! when a soul doth thus its freedom win / It aches in loneliness -- is ill at peace" (Isabella.)
"Even bees, the little almsmen of spring-bowers, / Know there is richest juice in poison-flowers." (Isabella.)
"Sweet birds antheming the morn:" ("Fancy.")
"She hurried at his words, beset with fears, / For there were sleeping dragons all around," (Eve of St. Agnes.)
"Do not all charms fly / At the mere touch of cold philosophy?" (Lamia.)
"We know her woof, her texture; she is given / In the dull catalogue of common things. / Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings," (Lamia.)
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: / Its loveliness increases; it will never / Pass into nothingness;" (Endymion.)
"A thousand Powers keep religious state, / In water, fiery realm, and airy bourne;" (Endymion.)
"... she hurried back, as swift / As bird on wing to breast its eggs again;" (Isabella.)
"What wine? The strong Iberian juice, or mellow Greek? Or pale Calabrian?" (Otho The Great.)
"Nations drows'd in peace!" (Otho The Great.)
"For many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death." ("Ode to the Nightingale.")
"Then wherefore sully the entrusted gem / Of high and noble life with thoughts so sick?" (Endymion.)
"Hoodwink'd with faery fancy." (Eve of St. Agnes.)
"... self-folding like a flower / That faints into itself at evening hour:" (Lamia.)
"... So Sweet Isabel / By gradual decay from beauty fell," (Isabella.)
"A little breeze to creep between the fans / Of careless butterflies: ...." (Endymion.)
"And from her chamber-window he would catch / Her beauty farther than the falcon spies;" (Isabella.)
"These lovers fled away into the storm." (Eve of St. Agnes.)
"Only to meet again more close, and share / The inward fragrance of each other’s heart." (Isabella.)
"... this fair lady dwelt, / Enriched from ancestral merchandize," (Isabella.)
"He knew whose gentle hand was at the latch, / Before the door had given her to his eyes;" (Isabella.)
"Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, / Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine -- / Unweave a rainbow," (Lamia.)
"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?" (Lamia.)
"... if thy mistress some rich anger shows, / Imprison her soft hand, and let her rave," ("Ode On Melancholy.")
"O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, / Let it not be among the jumbled heap / Of murky buildings; ..." ("O Solitude.")
"... the moon lifting her silver rim / Above a cloud, and with a gradual swim / Coming into the blue with all her light." ("I stood tip-toe upon a little hill.")
"... then there crept / A little noiseless noise among the leaves, / Born of the very sigh that silence heaves." ("I stood tip-toe upon a little hill.")
"Then 'gan she work again; nor stay'd her care, / But to throw back at times her veiling hair." (Isabella.)
"... a hundred swords / Will storm his heart, Love’s fev’rous citadel:" (Eve of St. Agnes.)
"I equally dislike the favour of the public, with the love of a woman -- they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence." ("Letters." To John Taylor, August 23rd, 1819.)
