Stell

How he escaped a broken neck in that dreadful place no human being will ever ken. The sweat, he has told me, stood in cold drops upon his forehead; he scarcely was aware of the saddle in which he sat, and his eyes were stelled in his head so that he saw nothing but the sky ayont him.

To this well-painted piece is Lucrece come, To find a face where all distress is stelled.

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd Thy beauty's form in table of my heart […]

Paint Scotland greetin owre her thrissle; Her mutchkin stowp as toom's a whissle; An' damn'd excisemen in a bussle, Seizin a stell, Triumphant crushin't like a mussel, Or limpet shell!

The English stell we could disdain, Secure in valour's station; But English gold has been our bane— Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!