Augustus J. C. Hare, Volume 2: Walks in London chapter 1, page 37 Some brandish high their ivy-covered spears; Some tear the quivering limbs from mangled steers; Some round their waists enwrithing serpents tie; Some with their stores from ozier caskets ply Those fearful orgies, that high mystic rite That's ever hid from uninitiate sight; Some their lank arms on echoing timbrels dash; Some from the cymbals their thin tinklings clash; Some wake the trumpet's hoarser blast of strife, Or the sharp note of the discordant fife. (7.68)
Thomas Archer, The Pauper, The Thief and The Convict page 136 All this has been done by the earnest efforts of men and women who felt that the very magnitude of the evil against which they had to contend was a reason for their striving to reclaim ever so small a part of that domain where the law seems to have effected little, and the Gospel must still be carried with a living influence and sympathy, without which it is no Gospel, but the very brassiest of brazen sounds, the most unmeaning tinkling of cymbals. (4.01)