Along thy wild and willow'd shore.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iv. Stanza 1.

'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.

William Collins (1720-1756): The Passions. Line 28.

What are these

So wither'd and so wild in their attire,

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,

And yet are on 't?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

I am as free as Nature first made man,

Ere the base laws of servitude began,

When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

John Dryden (1631-1701): The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1.

There is an evening twilight of the heart,

When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.

Alfred Bunn (1790-1860): Twilight.

The world was sad, the garden was a wild,

And man the hermit sigh'd—till woman smiled.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 37.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

What are the wild waves saying,

Sister, the whole day long,

That ever amid our playing

I hear but their low, lone song?

Joseph E. Carpenter (1813-1885): What are the wild Waves saying?

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,

And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd

On lips that are for others; deep as love,—

Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.

Oh death in life, the days that are no more!

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Princess. Part iv. Line 36.