The door flew open, in he ran, The great, long, red-legged scissor-man.
O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparklingThames: Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertaxed, its palsied hearts, was rife Fly hence, our contact fear!Matthew Arnold
In enterprise of martial kind, When there was any fighting, He led his regiment from behind He found it less exciting. But when away his regiment ran, His place was at the fore,O That celebrated, Cultivated Underrated Nobleman, The Duke of Plaza-Toro!Sir W(illiam) S(chwenck) Gilbert
Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long Even wondered at, because he dropped no sooner. Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.john dryden
Every will stands on its own bottom and is various as anything whatsoever, and therefore it is hard to cite a case that can quadrate. I have mean thoughts of my own opinion. I may say in this case, diffieilius est invenire quam vincere, as Caesar said when he and his army ran about the Alps to find out a way.
The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.lord byron
On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall.It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move., the caption beneath it ran.
In one period the grossest ignorance and barbarism prevailed in the world; and afterwards, in a more enlightened age, the most daring infidelity, and contempt of God; so that the world which was once over-run with ignorance, now by wisdom knew not God, but changed the glory of the incorruptible God as much as in the most barbarous ages, into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and four-footed beasts, and creeping things. Nay, as they increased in science and politeness, they ran into more abundant and extravagant idolatries.william carey
Every drop of ink in my pen ran cold.