Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sign that silence heaves.john keats
Thus when a barber and collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And, big with vengeance, beats the barber black. In comes the brick-dust man. with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber red; Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss'd, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.Christopher Smart
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.Robert Browning
What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves To wash it white as snow?william shakespeare
Now deeper roll the maddening drums, And the mingling host like ocean heaves: While from the midst, a horrid wailing comes, And high above the fight the lonely bugle grieves.