Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,

And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Eloisa to Abelard. Line 57.

O, wither'd is the garland of the war,

The soldier's pole is fallen.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;

Flow gently, I 'll sing thee a song in thy praise.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): Flow gently, sweet Afton.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale,

And nightly to the listening earth

Repeats the story of her birth;

While all the stars that round her burn,

And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Ode.

True as the needle to the pole,

Or as the dial to the sun.

Barton Booth (1681-1733): Song.

Were I so tall to reach the pole,

Or grasp the ocean with my span,

I must be measured by my soul:

The mind's the standard of the man.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748): Horae Lyricae. Book ii. False Greatness.