A fierce storm of thunder and lightning raged for four-and-twenty hours after the battle, during which the fleet rode safely at anchor in the harbor of Petala.

Blacke hys cryne as the wyntere nyghte, Whyte hys rode as the sommer snowe, Rodde hys face as the mornynge lyghte; Cale he lyes ynne the grave belowe: Mie love ys dedde, Gon to hys deathe-bedde, Al under the wyllowe tree.

The unscrupulous predatory who put effectual scheming for the self plainly above every other consideration and rode rough shod over all his fellows appealed powerfully to the latent animality of the adrenal types.

Bacon, on reaching Jamestown, rode forward to reconnoitre it.

"You do not look well," said Robert to the patriot at whose side he rode.

Robert, who rode at his side, saw that he was burning with fever, and he was glad that night when they camped.

One evening, five years after the removal of Berkeley, a stranger rode to Robert's plantation.

had you seen him as he rode along With an Olimpicke Crowne upon his head

That follows the colt, that followed the mare the man rode on to Midleton.

Backe rode the Herald As lightning had persu'd him.

According to the popular legend, he travelled like a great lord, had the spirits pave the highways for him when he rode in the post-coach,it seems, then, that he did not always use his mantle,and lived in the taverns at which he stopped with an unheard-of luxury.

[Footnote 5: Dr. Faustus on this day From Auerbach's cellar rode away, Of a barrel of wine astride, Which many mothers'-children eyed; This through his subtle art achieved,

Mr. Nairne and his servant, and Joseph, rode by us.

Dr. Johnson rode very well.

We rode on well, till we came to the high mountain called the Rattakin, by which time both Dr. Johnson and the horses were a good deal fatigued.

As he rode upon it down hill, it did not go well; and he grumbled.

We rode for some time along the district of Slate, near the shore.

We rode down to the shore; but Malcolm walked with graceful agility.

We rode what they call six miles, upon Rasay's lands in Sky, to Dr. Macleod's house.

Now stockman Bill, who took care of his nag, Put under the saddle a soojee bag, And off he rode with a whip in his hand To look for a mob of the R.J. brand.

One day a squatter rode up.

For a month or six weeks I stewed over my loss, And a tall man rode up one day on a black horse; He asked, “Don’t you know me?”

Possibly she was not even heard, for the dreadful crying continued and, mingled with it, the swish of the slender little riding-switch which in the earlier, less harassed days of his married life the Reverend Stephen had kept for the horse he rode, and which now he kept for his children.

The animal he rode danced a skittish side-step from time to time.

They rode in silence for awhile, and then he changed the subject.