(Crashaw: Wishes for the Supposed Mistress. 1646.)
I said, "I toil beneath the curse,
But, knowing not the universe,
I fear to slide from bad to worse.
"And that, in seeking to undo
One riddle, and to find the true,
I knit a hundred others new."
(Tennyson: The Two Voices. 1833.)
Like the swell of some sweet tune,
Morning rises into noon,
May glides onward into June.
(Longfellow: Maidenhood. 1842.)
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
(Herrick: To Julia. 1648)
The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea,
An' the pens broke up on the lower deck an' let the creatures free—
An' the lights went out on the lower deck, an' no one down but me.
(Kipling: Mulholland's Contract.)