“Sudden and near the trumpet's notes out-spread,
And soon his eyes could see the metal flower,
Shining upturned, out on the morning pour
Its incense audible; could see a train
From out the street slow-winding on the plain
With lyres and cymbals, flutes and psalteries,
While men, youths, maids, in concert sang to these
With various throat, or in succession poured,
Or in full volume mingled. But one word
Ruled each recurrent rise and answering fall,
As when the multitudes adoring call
On some great name divine, their common soul,
The common need, love, joy, that knits them in one whole.
The word was "Jubal!"… "Jubal" filled the air,
And seemed to ride aloft, a spirit there,
Creator of the choir, the full-fraught strain
That grateful rolled itself to him again.
The aged man adust upon the bank
— Whom no eye saw — at first with rapture drank
The bliss of music, then, with swelling heart,
Felt, this was his own being's greater part,
The universal joy once born in him.”

[Smithsonian Report for 1904, 185–193, Radiation in the solar system, https://books.google.com/books?id=2G1xpr2w4PUC&pg=PA186] (p. 185)

Aspiration

On Megyn Kelly http://edition.cnn.com/2015/08/08/politics/donald-trump-cnn-megyn-kelly-comment/ (7 August 2015)
2010s, 2015

Lannie Madison, on the assassination of Leon Trotsky, in Ch. 21
Barbary Shore (1951)

Source: Alexander’s Feast http://www.bartleby.com/40/265.html (1697), l. 158–159.

Jerilderie Letter (1879)

Source: The Wide Net and Other Stories

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 317.