1845. Mrs. Norton, Child Isl. (1846), 131.
The frozen tombs are sheeted with one pall, | |
One shroud for every churchyard, crisp and bright, | |
One foldless mantle, softly covering all | |
With its unwrinkled width of spotless white. |
1850. Browning, Xmas Eve & Easter Day, 214.
From gap to gap | |
One hangs up a huge curtain so, | |
Grandly, nor seeks to have it go | |
Foldless and flat along the wall. |