- Ah!—What should follow slips from my reflection; Canto XV
- Bob Southey! You’re a poet—Poet-laureate, Dedication
- Hail, Muse! et cetera.—We left Juan sleeping, Canto III
- I now mean to be serious;—it is time, Canto XIII
- I want a hero: an uncommon want, Canto I
- I would to Heaven that I were so much clay, Fragment on the Back of the MS. of Canto I
- If from great Nature’s or our own abyss Canto XIV
- Nothing so difficult as a beginning Canto IV
- O Love! O Glory! what are ye who fly Canto VII
- Of all the barbarous middle ages, that Canto XII
- Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations, Canto II
- Oh, blood and thunder! and oh, blood and wounds! Canto VIII
- Oh, Wellington! (or “Villainton”—for Fame Canto IX
- The antique Persians taught three useful things, Canto XVI
- The world is full of orphans: firstly, those Canto XVII
- “There is a tide in the affairs of men, Canto VI
- When amatory poets sing their loves Canto V
- When Bishop Berkeley said “there was no matter,” Canto XI
- When Newton saw an apple fall, he found Canto X
All poets.