Touch, mingle, are transfigured; ever still
Burning, yet ever inconsumable.
Shelley, Epipsychidion, 578 f.
Lies to God, lies to man, every way lies.
Browning, The Ring and the Book, IV, 216.
'Do I live, am I dead?' Peace, peace seems all.
Browning, The Bishop Orders his Tomb.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke.
Ibid.
I cry 'Life!' 'Death,' he groans, 'our better life!'
Browning, Aristophanes' Apology, 1953.
Setebos, Setebos, and Setebos.
Browning, Caliban upon Setebos.
Even to the last dip of the vanishing sail.
Tennyson, Enoch Arden, 244.
Saying gently, Annie, when I spoke to you.
Ibid., 445.
Palpitated, her hand shook, and we heard.
Tennyson, The Princess, IV, 389.
Bearing all down, in thy precipitancy.
Tennyson, Gareth, 8.