A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
Pope: Essay on Criticism.
Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o’er th’ unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Pope: Essay on Criticism.
Oft on a plat of rising ground
I hear the far-off curfew sound,
Over some wide-watered shore,
Swinging slow with sullen roar.—Milton: Il Penseroso.