I wandered lonely as a cloud…

And like a dying lady, lean and pale…

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever…

When I am buried, all my thoughts and acts…

In small proportions we just beauties see…

The untold want, by life and land ne’er granted…

Let me not to the marriage of true minds…

Beauty is truth, truth beauty…

Bright star, would I were…

Beat, happy stars, timing with things below… ?