And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!
  In Thebes’s streets three thousand years ago,
When the Memnonium was in all its glory,
  And time had not begun to overthrow
Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous,
Of which the very ruins are...

Poet: Horace Smith

My curse upon thy venomed stang,
That shoots my tortured gums alang;
An’ through my lugs gies mony a twang,
        Wi’ gnawing vengeance!
Tearing my nerves wi’ bitter pang,
        Like racking engines.

When fevers burn, or ague freezes,...

Poet: Robert Burns