For níne days the kíng | hath slépt not an hóur
And táketh no héed | of soft wórds or beseéching.
W. Morris.
Nineteenth Century, Beginning:
So that wíldest of wáves, | in their ángriest móod,
Scarce bréak on the boúnds | of the lánd for a róod.
Byron, Siege of Corinth, 382–4.
Eighteenth Century, End:
My héart’s in the Híghlands, | my héart is not hére;
My héart’s in the Híghlands, | a-chásing the déer. Burns.