The broad and burning moon lingeringly arose.
Shelley, The Sunset.
Rugged and dark, winding among the springs.
Shelley, Alastor, 88.
Here, where precipitate Spring, with one light bound.
Landor, Fiesolan Idyl.
Hammering and clinking, chattering stony names.
Tennyson, The Princess, III, 361.
Myriads of rivulets, hurrying through the lawn.
Ibid., VII, 205.
The league-long roller thundering on the reef.
Tennyson, Enoch Arden, 580.
Then Philip standing up said falteringly.
Ibid., 283.
A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd hill.
Ibid., 5.
Clang battle-axe and clash brand.
Tennyson, The Coming of Arthur, 492.