See the wild waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread; The very tombs now vanished, like their dead! Pope.Moral Essays; to Mr. Addison, Epi. V. Line 1.
And here a goose in silver, fluttering athwart the gilded galleries, gave warning that the Gauls were just at hand. Buckleys Virgil.The Æneid, Book VIII. Page 289.