[E]astern flowers large, / Some dropping low their crimson bells / Half-closed, and others studded wide / With disks and tiars, fed the time / With odour in the golden prime / Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Bob's in the can. He won't be back for a few years.

She eyed him over her martini with cool disinterest.

The troops reported enemy advances on several fronts.