Alfred Lord Tennyson (The Dead Prophet): 

  
 She tumbled his helpless corpse about:  
      "A small blemish upon the skin!  
 But I think we know what is fair without  
      Is often as foul within!" 

   She crouch'd, She tore him part from part,  
      And out of the body She drew  
 The red Blood-eagle of liver and heart;  
      She held them up to the view. 

   She gabbled, as She groped in the dead,  
      And all the people were pleased; 
 "See what a little heart," she said,  
      "And the liver is half-diseased!"