At every coigne of vantage she found him, or some token of his ceaseless effort.
"Taken Alive"
E. P. Roe
Not for the loneliness that keeps The coigne wherein its silence sleeps; Not for wild butterflies that sway Their pansy pinions all the day Above its mirror; nor the bee, Nor dragonfly, that passing see Themselves reflected in its spar; Not for the one white liquid star, That twinkles in its firmament; Nor moon-shot clouds, so slowly sent Athwart it when the kindly night Beads all its grasses with the light Small jewels of the dimpled dew; Not for the day's inverted blue Nor the quaint, dimly coloured stones That dance within it where it moans: Not for all these I love to sit In silence and to gaze in it.
"Kentucky Poems"
Madison J. Cawein Commentator: Edmund Gosse
Separated from the bustling mart and busy traffic, by the winding river that divided the little city into North and South X-, it crested an eminence on the north; and the single lower story flanking the main edifice east and west, resembled the trailing wings of some vast bird of prey, an exaggerated simulacrum of a monstrous gray condor perched on a "coigne of vantage," waiting to swoop upon its victims.
"At the Mercy of Tiberius"
August Evans Wilson