Round the whole earth his dreaded name shall sound,
And reach to worlds that must not yet be found.
And Pope, in his “Essay on Criticism,” referring to the Grecian and Roman poets, says:
Nations unborn your mighty name shall sound,
And worlds applaud that must not yet be found.
In the ballad of Lochinvar, in “Marmion,” are the following lines:
She looked down to blush,
And she looked up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips,
And a tear in her eye.