And the jocund rebecs sound
To many a youth and many a maid
Dancing in the checkered shade.—Milton: L’Allegro.
Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone;
The huge round stone, resulting with a bound,
Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Pope: Hom. Odys.
Which urged, and labored, and forced up with pain,
Recoils and rolls impetuous down, and smokes along the plain.
Dryden: Lucretius.