Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth!

Oh for a beaker full of the warm South,

Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene!

With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

And purple-stainèd mouth.

John Keats (1795-1821): Ode to a Nightingale.

Burn daylight.

John Dryden (1631-1701): The Maiden Queen. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The good die first,

And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust

Burn to the socket.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Excursion. Book i.

And while the lamp holds out to burn,

The vilest sinner may return.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748): Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 88.

Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er,

Scatters from her pictured urn

Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 2.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake

The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;

The swan on still St. Mary's Lake

Float double, swan and shadow!

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Yarrow Unvisited.