Hark! ah, the Nightingale! The tawny-throated! Hark! from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! harköwhat pain!

-Arnold, Matthew
  Poems:  A New Edition,'Philomela', l.1^4.

Hark! how all the welkin rings, Glory to the King of kings. Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.

-Wesley, Charles
  'Hymn for Christmas'. In Hymns and Sacred Poems.The first two lines were changed to'Hark! the herald-angels sing/ Glory to the new born king' inWhitfield's Hymns for Social Worship (1753).