Already I your tears survey,//Already hear the horrid things they say. - Alexander Pope, The Rape of the Lock, IV-108.
Ye grots and caverns shagg's with horrid thorn! - Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard, I-20.
What say you then to fair Sir Percivale,//And of the horrid foulness that he wrought? - Alfred Tennyson, Merlin and Vivien.