Ah, one and all, how they helped would Dispart now and now combine, Zealous to hasten the work, heighten their master his praise!
"Browning and the Dramatic Monologue"
S. S. Curry
We swung our way through flying men, Your hand lay fast in mine: We saw the shifting crowd Dispart, The level ice-reach shine.
"New-Poems"
Stevenson, Robert Louis
For this the Cid had spoken, this from his mouth said he, "By my love for King Alphonso the king who banished me," That the shears should not shear it, nor a single hair Dispart, That so the Moors and Christians might ponder it at heart.
"The Lay of the Cid"
R. Selden Rose and Leonard Bacon