My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow.

-Heaney, SeamusJustin
  Death of a Naturalist,'Follower'.

For the present at any rate, I must proceed alone. I must plough my own furrow aloneöbut before I get to the end of that furrow, it is possible that I may not find myself alone.

-Rosebery, Archibald Philip Primrose, 5th Earl of
On breaking from the Liberal Party, Jul.

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou, with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Dana' to the stars, 842 And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake: So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.

-Tennyson
  The Princess, pt.7, added song, complete.