(As You Like It, II. i. 16 f.)
The watery kingdom whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven.
(Merchant of Venice, II. vii. 44 f.)
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm.
(Tennyson: Enoch Arden.)
There whirled her white robe like a blossomed branch
Rapt to the horrible fall: a glance I gave,
No more; but woman-vested as I was
Plunged; and the flood drew; yet I caught her; then
Oaring one arm,...
(Tennyson: The Princess.)
Stabbed through the heart's affections to the heart!
Seethed like a kid in its own mother's milk!
Killed with a word worse than a life of blows!
(Tennyson: Merlin and Vivien.)
He flowed
Right for the polar star, past Orgunje,
Brimming, and bright, and large; then sands begin,...