And to his eye

There was but one beloved face on earth,

And that was shining on him.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Dream. Stanza 2.

Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,

Beloved from pole to pole.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): The Ancient Mariner. Part v.

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!

Ah, fields beloved in vain!

Where once my careless childhood stray'd,

A stranger yet to pain!

I feel the gales that from ye blow

A momentary bliss bestow.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 2.