Anon they move

In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood

Of flutes and soft recorders.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 549.

Where, where was Roderick then?

One blast upon his bugle horn

Were worth a thousand men.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto vi. Stanza 18.

O God! it is a fearful thing

To see the human soul take wing

In any shape, in any mood.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Prisoner of Chillon. Stanza 8.

In listening mood she seemed to stand,

The guardian Naiad of the strand.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 17.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Lines written in Early Spring.

That blessed mood,

In which the burden of the mystery,

In which the heavy and the weary weight

Of all this unintelligible world,

Is lightened.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

I took by the throat the circumcised dog,

And smote him, thus.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.