I met a lady in the meads,Full beautiful — a faery's child,Her hair was long, her foot was light,And her eyes were wild. La Belle Dame sans Merci (1819)
I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a poem and to be given away by a novel.
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies. Poems (1817)