The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
“The Rain,” in A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods, by Robert Louis Stevenson, p.13
Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun,
Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race.
His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear’d arm
Crested the world; his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to his friends;
But when he meant to quil and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder
Antony and Cleopatra
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he;
I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
‘Good speed’ cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
‘Speed!’ echoed the wall to us galloping through!
From How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix, by Browning