Cowper, The Task, I. 643–4.
‘The grassy uplands’ gentle swells
Echo to the bleat of flocks.’
Coleridge, Ode on the Departing Year, ll. 125–6.
‘Its former strength was but plethoric ill.’
Goldsmith, The Traveller, 144.
‘Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars,
White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery.’
Paradise Lost, III. 474–5.
‘Till prostitution elbow us aside