There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Foul as their soil, and frigid as their snows. The lamps that shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merryas a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

-Rochdale
^18  Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, canto 3, stanza 21.

The tolling bell Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried Ground swell, a time Older than the time of chronometers.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
Four Quartets,'The Dry Salvages', pt.1.

   I sought out quaint words, and trim invention; My thoughts began to burnish, sprout, and swell, Curling with metaphors a plain intention, Decking the sense, as if it were to sell.

-Herbert, George
'Jordan (2)', collected in The Temple, Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations (published posthumously,1633).

I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins
  'Heaven-Haven'.

It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shoresöand with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns.

-Keats,John
  'On the Sea'.

This is the end of the whaleroad and the whale Who spewed Nantucket bones on the thrashed swell And stirred the troubled waters to whirlpools To send the Pequod packing off to hell

-Lowell, RobertTraill Spence,Jr
  'The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket', pt.4. The Pequod was the ship that sailed after Moby Dick in Melville's novel.

   Who wants to be a millionaire? And go to ev'ry swell affair?

-Porter, Cole
  'WhoWants to Be a Millionaire', from the show High Society.

An admiral red, whose only notion, (A butterfly poised on a pigtailed ocean) Is of the peruked sea whose swell Breaks on the flowerless rocks of Hell.

-Sitwell, Dame Edith Louisa
  Fa c° ade,'En Famille'.