The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

That tremble into thought, as o’er them sweeps,
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
At once the soul of each, and god of all?
‘The Eolian Harp’ (1796) l. 44
What is an Epigram? a dwarfish whole,
Its body brevity, and wit its soul.
‘Epigram’ (1802)
O, life one thought in prayer for S. T. C.;
That he who many a year with toil of breath
Found death in life, may here find life in death.
‘Epitaph for Himself’ (1834)
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care:
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed
And bade it blossom there.
‘Epitaph on an Infant’ (1794)
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue-fringéd lids, and holds them close,
And hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven,
Cries out, ‘Where is it?’
‘Fears in Solitude’ (1798)
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
‘Frost at Midnight’ (1798) l. 1
Sea, and hill, and wood,
With all the numberless goings-on of life,
Inaudible as dreams!
‘Frost at Midnight’ (1798) l. 11
Only that film, which fluttered on the grate,
Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing.
‘Frost at Midnight’ (1798) l. 15
Whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
‘Frost at Midnight’ (1798) l. 70
O struggling with the darkness all the night,