Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,

With bated breath and whispering humbleness.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"—consented.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 117.

The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,

For talking age and whispering lovers made.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 13.

Alas! they had been friends in youth;

But whispering tongues can poison truth,

And constancy lives in realms above;

And life is thorny, and youth is vain,

And to be wroth with one we love

Doth work like madness in the brain.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Christabel. Part ii.

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,

And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 121.

Or whispering with white lips, "The foe! They come! they come!"

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 25.