And on her lover's arm she leant,

And round her waist she felt it fold,

And far across the hills they went

In that new world which is the old.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Day-Dream. The Departure, i.

Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,

And takes away the use of it; and my sword,

Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears,

Will not be drawn.

Philip Massinger (1584-1640): A New Way to pay Old Debts. Act v. Sc. 1.

In discourse more sweet;

For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.

Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,

In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high

Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,

Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute;

And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555.

I love it, I love it, and who shall dare

To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?

Eliza Cook (1817-1889): The Old Arm-Chair.