Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.

Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld

Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep,

Shot forth peculiar graces.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 13.

I waited for the train at Coventry;

I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge,

To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped

The city's ancient legend into this.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Godiva.