华兹华斯的《荆棘》第三首，把冬天的风比作镰刀，押韵很明显

　　Highonamountain'shighestridge,

　　Whereoftthestormywintergale

　　Cutslikeascythe,whilethroughtheclouds

　　Itsweepsfromvaletovale;

　　Notfiveyardsfromthemountain-path,

　　Thisthornyouonyourleftespy;

　　Andtotheleft,threeyardsbeyond,

　　Youseealittlemuddypond

　　Ofwater,neverdry;

　　I'vemeasureditfromsidetoside:

　　'Tisthreefeetlong,andtwofeetwide.