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Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,

Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth.

(Shakspere: Romeo and Juliet, V. iii. 45 f.)

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

(As You Like It, II. i. 16 f.)

The watery kingdom whose ambitious head

Spits in the face of heaven.

(Merchant of Venice, II. vii. 44 f.)

Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm.

(Tennyson: Enoch Arden.)

There whirled her white robe like a blossomed branch

Rapt to the horrible fall: a glance I gave, No more; but woman-vested as I was Plunged; and the flood drew; yet I caught her; then Oaring one arm, …

(Tennyson: The Princess.)

Stabbed through the heart's affections to the heart! Seethed like a kid in its own mother's milk! Killed with a word worse than a life of blows!

(Tennyson: Merlin and Vivien.)

He flowed

Right for the polar star, past Orgunje, Brimming, and bright, and large; then sands begin, …

(Matthew Arnold: Sohrab and Rustum.)