For all thy foam, for all thy din, Thee shall the pallid lake Inurn, With well-a-day for Mr. Swin-Burne!
"New-Poems"
Stevenson, Robert Louis
May this narrow spot Inurn Aught that so could heat and burn?
"Strange Pages from Family Papers"
T. F. Thiselton Dyer
O flights of fond fancy that deeply Inurn Sweet scenes of our childhood, no more to return!
"The Old Hanging Fork and Other Poems"
George W. Doneghy