Nor oak nor maple has so clear A flame, or burns so quietly, Or leaves an ash so clean and white"; Thinking by this to put aside The impending tale that terrified; When suddenly, to his delight, The Theologian interposed, Saying that when the door was closed, And they had stopped that draft of cold, Unpleasant night air, he proposed To tell a tale world-wide apart From that the Student had just told; World-wide apart, and yet akin, As showing that the human heart Beats on forever as of old, As well beneath the snow-white fold Of Quaker kerchief, as within Sendal or silk or cloth of gold, And without preface would begin.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And so he rode into a great forest all that day, and never could find no highway and so the night fell on him, and then was he ware in a slade, of a pavilion of red Sendal.
"Le Morte D'Arthur, Volume I (of II) King Arthur and of his Noble Knights of the Round Table"
Thomas Malory
And afore him he saw a long bridge, and three pavilions stood thereon, of silk and Sendal of divers hue.
"Le Morte D'Arthur, Volume I (of II) King Arthur and of his Noble Knights of the Round Table"
Thomas Malory