What happiness to reign a lonely king,
Vext — O ye stars that shudder over me,
O earth that soundest hollow under me,
Vext with waste dreams? 1859, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Coming of Arthur”, in Idylls of the King:
And that same night, the night of the new year,
By reason of the bitterness and grief
That vext his mother, all before his time
Was Arthur born [...] 1859, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Coming of Arthur”, in Idylls of the King:
[...] and thence
Taking my war-horse from the holy man,
Glad that no phantom vext me more, return'd
To whence I came, the gate of Arthur's wars. 1859, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “Holy Grail”, in Idylls of the King:
She was vext and angry, God wot:
"What hast thou here in the grove to do?
Little business, I trow, thou hast got." 1828, Thomas Keightley, The Fairy Mythology, volume I, London: William Harrison Ainsworth, page 166: