The woods were made for the hunter of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong. There are thoughts that moan from the soul of pine And thoughts in a flower bell curled; And the thoughts that are blown with scent of the fern Are as new and as old as the world.
And the rolling anapaestic Curled, like vapour over shrines.
Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly Curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.Tennyson
That jewelled mass of millinery, That oiled and Curled Assyrian Bull.Tennyson
I seek no copy now of life's first half: Leave here the pages with long musing Curled, And write me new my future's epigraph, New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!
He didn't curl his lip because it had been Curled when he came in.Raymond Chandler
The sun was gone now; the Curled moon was like a little feather fluttering far down the gulf.