Those obstinate questionings

Of sense and outward things,

Fallings from us, vanishings,

Blank misgivings of a creature

Moving about in worlds not realized,

High instincts before which our mortal nature

Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9.

What man dare, I dare:

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,

The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,—

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

Shall never tremble.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll,

Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Eloisa to Abelard. Line 323.

Tremble, thou wretch,

That hast within thee undivulged crimes,

Unwhipp'd of justice.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I would not have a slave to till my ground,

To carry me, to fan me while I sleep

And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth

That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 29.

He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time:

The living throne, the sapphire blaze,

Where angels tremble while they gaze,

He saw; but blasted with excess of light,

Closed his eyes in endless night.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Progress of Poesy. III. 2, Line 4.