The tree preserves its "thousand years of gloom," unchanged by the seasons which affect other things-the "old yew" continues always the same- "And gazing on thee, sullen tree, Sick for thy stubborn hardihood, I seem to fail from out my blood, And grow incorporate into thee."
"A Key to Lord Tennyson's 'In Memoriam'"
Alfred Gatty
We found him unchanged in his outward appearance; he was still a handsome man, his hair was hardly sprinkled with grey; his high forehead was white and smooth, but he was more silent than formerly.
"The Dead Lake and Other Tales"
Paul Heyse
unchanged as the author uses this form reasonably often.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch