Lay a garland on my hearse
Of the dismal yew;
Maidens, willow branches bear;
Say, I died true;
and Yeats's—
We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die.
Adam's Curse.
Shelley has—
And wild roses and ivy serpentine.
The Question.
and Swinburne—
Fragrance of pine-leaves and odorous breath.
Song for the Centenary of Walter Savage Landor.
(where it would be absurd to make two syllables of "pine"), and a debated but perfectly intelligible hexameter—
Full-sailed, wide-winged, poised softly forever asway.
where the whole music of the line depends upon giving due time-emphasis to "poised." There is one odd case, not to be made too much of because one cannot be entirely sure of the text, in Shakespeare's Measure for Measure, II, ii, of the omission of the stressed element of a foot—