To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
Shakespeare, Macbeth, V, v.
To bellow through the vast and boundless deep.
Milton, Paradise Lost, I, 177.
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Confus'dly, and which thus must ever fight.
Ibid., II, 913 f.
So he with difficulty and labour hard
Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.
Paradise Lost, II, 1021 f.
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.
Ibid., IV, 310 f.
See how he lies at random, carelessly diffused,
With languished head unpropt,
As one past hope, abandoned,
And by himself given over.
Milton, Samson Agonistes, 118 ff.
With doubtful feet and wavering resolution.
Ibid., 732
Some rousing motions in me, which dispose
To something extraordinary my thoughts.
Ibid., 1382 f.
And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.
Pope, Essay on Criticism, 347.