A ruined turret marks the site of a mighty tower, from which the king of that city overlooked his domains, or, with his court, watched the racing chariots as they encircled it in their course.
"A Handbook to the Works of Browning (6th ed.)"
Mrs. Sutherland Orr
In that turret, in the evening grey, amidst the tinkling of the sheep, a yellow-haired maiden is waiting for him she loves; and as they bury sight and speech in each other's arms, he bids the human heart shut in the centuries, with their triumphs and their follies, their glories and their sins, for "Love is best."
"A Handbook to the Works of Browning (6th ed.)"
Mrs. Sutherland Orr
He settles proudly underneath his turret and waits for the great change to start.
"Helena Brett's Career"
Desmond Coke