The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind.
‘Endymion’ (1818) bk. 4, l. 173
Their smiles,
Wan as primroses gathered at midnight
By chilly fingered spring.
‘Endymion’ (1818) bk. 4, l. 969
St Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold.
‘The Eve of St Agnes’ (1820) st. 1
The sculptured dead, on each side, seem to freeze,
Emprisoned in black, purgatorial rails.
‘The Eve of St Agnes’ (1820) st. 2
The silver, snarling trumpets ’gan to chide.
‘The Eve of St Agnes’ (1820) st. 4
And soft adorings from their loves receive
Upon the honeyed middle of the night.
‘The Eve of St Agnes’ (1820) st. 6
The music, yearning like a God in pain.
‘The Eve of St Agnes’ (1820) st. 7
A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing.
‘The Eve of St Agnes’ (1820) st. 18
Out went the taper as she hurried in;
Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died.
‘The Eve of St Agnes’ (1820) st. 23
A casement high and triple-arched there was,
All garlanded with carven imag’ries
Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass,
And diamonded with panes of quaint device,
Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes,
As are the tiger-moth’s deep-damasked wings.
‘The Eve of St Agnes’ (1820) st. 24
By degrees
Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees.
‘The Eve of St Agnes’ (1820) st. 26
Trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
‘The Eve of St Agnes’ (1820) st. 27
As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.