And ever against eating cares

Lap me in soft Lydian airs,

Married to immortal verse,

Such as the meeting soul may pierce,

In notes with many a winding bout

Of linked sweetness long drawn out.

John Milton (1608-1674): L'Allegro. Line 135.

The castled crag of Drachenfels

Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 55.

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I see them on their winding way,

About their ranks the moonbeams play.

Reginald Heber (1783-1826): Lines written to a March.

Weave the warp, and weave the woof,

The winding-sheet of Edward's race.

Give ample room and verge enough

The characters of hell to trace.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Bard. II. 1, Line 1.

Few, few shall part where many meet!

The snow shall be their winding-sheet,

And every turf beneath their feet

Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Hohenlinden.