Anyway, here's in one from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
of insidious intent.
"Tedious argument of insidious intent" is one of those phrases that, by precisely describing something, defines in your mind a new concept that slightly changes how you perceive the world; it gives a label to something, and hence (subjectively speaking) creates something new. That's the magic trick of poetry, mathematics, and pretty much all conceptual work in science.