There's Carol like a rolling car, And Martin like a flying bird, And Adam like the Lord's First Word, And Raymond like the Harvest Moon, And Peter like a piper's tune, And Alan like the flowing on Of water. And there's John, like John.

-Farjeon, Eleanor
  Then There Were Three,'Boys' Names'.

Like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.

-Tennyson
  Idylls of the King,'The Passing of Arthur', l.434^7.