The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb.
‘Surprised by joy’ (1815)
Up! up! my friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double.
‘The Tables Turned’ (1798)
Our meddling intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.
Enough of science and of art;
Close up these barren leaves.
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
‘The Tables Turned’ (1798)
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned—
Albeit labouring for a scanty band
Of white-robed Scholars only—this immense
And glorious work of fine intelligence!
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore
Of nicely-calculated less or more.
‘Tax not the royal Saint’ (1822) (referring to King’s College Chapel, Cambridge)
I’ve measured it from side to side:
’Tis three feet long and two feet wide.
‘The Thorn’ (1798) st. 3 (early reading)
O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee bird,
Or but a wandering voice?
‘To the Cuckoo’ (O blithe new-comer!, 1807)
Oft on the dappled turf at ease
I sit, and play with similes,
Loose types of things through all degrees.
‘To the Same Flower [Daisy]’ (With little here to do, 1807)
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;
True to the kindred points of heaven and home!
‘To a Skylark’ (Ethereal minstrel!, 1827)
There’s a flower that shall be mine,
’Tis the little celandine.
‘To the Small Celandine’ (Pansies, lilies, 1807)
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands,