(ib. II. 1021 f.)
The sweep
Of some precipitous rivulet to the wave.
(Tennyson: Enoch Arden.)
The sound of many a heavily galloping hoof.
(Tennyson: Geraint and Enid.)
I wish that somewhere in the ruin'd folds,...
Or the dry thickets, I could meet with her
The Abominable, that uninvited came.
(Tennyson: Œnone.)
Do you see this square old yellow book I toss
I' the air, and catch again, and twirl about
By the crumpled vellum covers; pure crude fact—
(Browning: The Ring and the Book, I.)
That plant
Shall never wave its tangles lightly and softly
As a queen's languid and imperial arm.