In speechless agony Don Camillo saw the boat glide, swifter and swifter at each stroke of the oars, along the canal, and then whirling round the angle of a palace, disappear.

As from the Oaken leaves the honie glides Where nightingales record upon the thorne Ge.

These vaporous toys you watch me make, That shoot ahead, pause, turn and break Some glide far out like sailing ships, Some weak ones fail me at my lips.

The ship seemed to breathe deeperto glide faster.

Unharmed from change to change we glide, We fall as in our dreams; The far-off terror, at our side, A smiling angel seems. Secure on God's all-tender heart Alike rest great and small; Why fear to lose our little part, When He is pledged for all? O fearful heart and troubled brain!

Or if beneath Italian skies, The wanderer's feet delighted glide, Harold, in merry Juan's guise, Shall be his tutor and his guide.

The good-natured Swede presses a box of Russian cigarettes into my hand as I descend the laddera gift he can ill affordand twenty minutes later our boat glides safely and smoothly on Persian soil.

Burst by her magic touch the fetters fall, Wide springs the gate, and quakes the obdurate wall; Close to the shore the enchanted pinnace glides, Feels its fair guest within its arching sides, Then ploughs the foaming main with gallant state, Till Bretany's far coast receives the freight.

She is a 'ministering angel,' without any exaggeration, in these hospitals, and as her slender form glides quietly along each corridor, every poor fellow's face softens with gratitude at the sight of her.

And all the little fountains That glide so gently by?

Lord Byron's verse glows like a flame, consuming every thing in its way; Sir Walter Scott's glides like a river, clear, gentle, harmless.

But though alive he loved it well Not there his relics might repose, For, wondrous tale to tell, In his stone coffin forth he glides, A ponderous bark for river tides, Yet light as gossamer it glides Downward to Tillmouth cell.

The air-wasp was already swerving, making a spiral glide, coming up astern with obvious intentions.

Here restless fountains ever murmuring glide, And as their crisped streamlets play, To feed, Cephisus, thine unfailing tide, Fresh verdure marks their winding way.

At first their shadowy helms in the faint distance The tree-tops rear; then, as he nearer glides, The white surf gleams where the firm reef's resistance Meets and hurls back the fiercely charging tides.

Within the garden, when like fleeing mist She disappeared with the bright spirit Seven, The Sabit, who oft glide from earth to Heaven.

The proud free head that crowns so well The neck superb, whose outlines glide Into the bosom's perfect swell Soft-billowed by its peaceful tide, The cheek's faint flush, the lip's red glow, The gracious charm her beauty wears, Fill my fond eyes with tender tears As in the days of long ago.

The discordant world Mars not thy melodies; thy blossoms now Are emblems of my heart; and through my veins The flow of youthful feeling, long pent up, Glides like thy sunny streams!

A marble portico surrounds the mass With sculptured columns, banisters of brass, And winding stairways round the stages' side, Grand temples piled on temples upward glide, A mass of colors like the rainbow hues, Thus proudly rise from breezy avenues.

But if thou must so soon thus go, the sea Perhaps thou too canst cross, if thou wilt 'void Death's waters, which relentless ever glide.

"But we'll awa' to Coquetside, For Coquet bangs them a'; Whose winding streams sae sweetly glide By Brinkburn's bonny Ha'!" Written in 1821 "The Coquet for ever, the Coquet for aye!

But now secure the painted vessel glides, The sunbeams trembling on the floating tides; While melting music steals upon the sky, And softened sounds along the waters die; Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play, Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay.

In a moment, there is heard in the silent bay a sound of a rush and ripple, different from the lap of the many-tongued waves on the shore; and, silently as a cloud, with white wings spread, a little vessel glides into the harbor.

The goat he welcomes with an air, And seats him in his wooden chair: 30 Mouth, nose, and cheek the lather hides: Light, smooth, and swift the razor glides.

"There I sat, viewing the silver stream glide silently towards the tempestuous sea."Walton.