Go call a coach, and let a coach be called;

And let the man who calleth be the caller;

And in his calling let him nothing call

But "Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!"

Henry Carey (1663-1743): Chrononhotonthologos. Act ii. Sc. 4.

O, call back yesterday, bid time return!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,

Since o'er shady groves they hover,

And with leaves and flowers do cover

The friendless bodies of unburied men.

John Webster (1578-1632): The White Devil. Act. v. Sc. 2.

Oh call it by some better name,

For friendship sounds too cold.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): Oh call it by some better Name.

Ay, call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trod:

They have left unstained what there they found,—

Freedom to worship God.

John Keble (1792-1866): Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;

To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,—

Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day;

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be queen o' the May.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The May Queen.

Oh, call my brother back to me!

I cannot play alone:

The summer comes with flower and bee,—

Where is my brother gone?

John Keble (1792-1866): The Child's First Grief.

Go call a coach, and let a coach be called;

And let the man who calleth be the caller;

And in his calling let him nothing call

But "Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!"

Henry Carey (1663-1743): Chrononhotonthologos. Act ii. Sc. 4.

But shapes that come not at an earthly call

Will not depart when mortal voices bid.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Dion.

The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 5.

O Mary, go and call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

Across the sands o' Dee!

Charles Kingsley (1819-1875): The Sands of Dee.

O curse of marriage,

That we can call these delicate creatures ours,

And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,

And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,

Than keep a corner in the thing I love

For others' uses.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Happy the man, and happy he alone,

He who can call to-day his own;

He who, secure within, can say,

To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 65.

When the scourge

Inexorable and the torturing hour

Call us to penance.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 90.