Careful Words

circle (n.)

circle (v.)

Ah, when shall all men's good

Be each man's rule, and universal peace

Lie like a shaft of light across the land,

And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,

Thro' all the circle of the golden year?

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Golden Year.

How beautiful is night!

A dewy freshness fills the silent air;

No mist obscures; nor cloud, or speck, nor stain,

Breaks the serene of heaven:

In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine

Rolls through the dark blue depths;

Beneath her steady ray

The desert circle spreads

Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.

How beautiful is night!

Robert Southey (1774-1843): Thalaba. Book i. Stanza 1.

  We are swinging round the circle.

Andrew Johnson (1808-1875): On the Presidential Reconstruction Tour, August, 1866.

But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be;

Within that circle none durst walk but he.

John Dryden (1631-1701): The Tempest. Prologue.