Heavens to Betsy! he exclaims, clapping his hand to his throat, I've cut my head off!

We were watching TV when suddenly the power went off.

Such a form of epigonism seems explicable only in that the authors, having no poetic sensibilities of their own, appropriate a poetry with which, presumably, they grew up. An even less excusable form of epigonism is the fairly frequent […]

To Him who gave to Him doth go The spirit that is blitheless. Although our souls immortal are Without even death or birth, Our bodies go from whence they came Back to longing Mother Earth.