A pack | and a gar | -ran, a top | and a tor | -toise. 
So I hope | from hencefor | -ward you ne’er | will ask, can
| I maul
This teas | -ing, conceit | -ed, rude, in | -solent an | -imal?
And, if | this rebuke | might be turn’d | to his ben | -efit,
(For I pit | -y the man,) | I should | be glad then | of it”
SWIFT’S POEMS:  Johnson’s British Poets, Vol. v, p. 324.

Example II.—­“The Feast of the Poets.”—­First Twelve Lines.

“T’ other day, | as Apol | -lo sat pitch | -ing his darts
Through the clouds | of Novem | -ber, by fits | and by starts,
He began | to consid | -er how long | it had been
Since the bards | of Old Eng | -land had all | been rung in. 
‘I think,’ | said the god, | recollect | -ing, (and then
He fell twid | -dling a sun | -beam as I | may my pen,)
’I think—­ | let me see—­ | yes, it is, | I declare,
As long | ago now | as that Buck | -ingham there;
And yet | I can’t see | why I’ve been | so remiss,
Unless | it may be—­ | and it cer | -tainly is,
That since Dry | -den’s fine ver | -ses and Mil | -ton’s sublime,
I have fair | -ly been sick | of their sing | -song and rhyme.’”

        LEIGH HUNT:  Poems, New-York Edition, of 1814.

Example III.—­The Crowning of Four Favourites.

   “Then, ‘Come,’ | cried the god | in his el | -egant mirth,
    ’Let us make | us a heav’n | of our own | upon earth,
    And wake, | with the lips | that we dip | in our bowls,
    That divin | -est of mu | -sic—­conge | -nial souls.’ 
    So say | -ing, he led | through the din | -ing-room door,
    And, seat | -ing the po | -ets, cried, ‘Lau | -rels for four!’
    No soon | -er demand | -ed, than, lo! | they were there,
    And each | of the bards | had a wreath | in his hair. 
    Tom Camp | -bell’s with wil | -low and pop | -lar was twin’d,
    And South | -ey’s, with moun | -tain-ash, pluck’d | in the wind;
    And Scott’s, | with a heath | from his old | garden stores,
    And, with vine | -leaves and jump | -up-and-kiss | -me, Tom Moore’s.” 
        LEIGH HUNT:  from line 330 to line 342.

Example IV.—­“Glenara.”—­First Two of Eight Stanzas.

   “O heard | ye yon pi | -broch sound sad | in the gale,
    Where a band | cometh slow | -ly with weep | -ing and wail! 
    ’Tis the chief | of Glena | -ra laments | for his dear;
    And her sire, | and the peo | -ple, are called | to her bier.

    Glena | -ra came first | with the mourn | -ers and shroud;
    Her kins | -men, they fol | -lowed, but mourned | not aloud;
    Their plaids | all their bo | -soms were fold | -ed around;
    They marched | all in si | -lence—­they looked | on the ground.” 
        T. CAMPBELL’S Poetical Works, p. 105.