- Still further o'er the far waves seemed to float, Still further backwards, 'mid the mists, remote. - "Poems of Emile Verhaeren", Emile Verhaeren.
- But lo, behold, the bird is gone; These charmings would not make her yield; The child's left at the bush alone, The bird flies yonder o'er the field. - "The Works of John Bunyan Volume 3", John Bunyan.
- Then o'er the stream there came an awful cry. - "Papers from Overlook-House", Casper Almore.