And by his side rode loathsome Gluttony, Deforme' d creature, on a filthy swine.
Nor second he, that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of ecstasy, The secrets of th'abyss to spy. He passed the flaming bounds of place and time: 370 The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.thomas gray
I owned the world that hour as I rode over it... free of the earth, free of the mountains, free of the clouds, but how inseparably I was bound to them.charles lindbergh
One night as I walked in the desert the mountains rode on my shoulders and the sky became my heart , and the earth - my own body, I explored. Every object began to wink at me, and Mira wisely calculated thinking, My charms must be at their height now would be a good time to rush into his arms, maybe He won't drop me so quick.
First, sturdy March with brows full sternly bent, And arme' d strongly, rode upon a ram, The same which over Hellespontus swam: Yet in his hand a spade he also hent, And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysame, Which on the earth he strowe' d as he went, And filled her womb with fruitful hope of nourishment.Edmund Spenser
Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the colour of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sundayafternoons in damp front farmhouse parlours, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed.
Forgive the hero, you who would have died Gladly with all you knew; he rode that tide To Ararat; all men are Noah's sons.Richard Wilbur
He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield,Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales, bushes,And what not, though he rode beyond all price,Ask'd next day, "if men ever hunted twice?"lord byron
Consider the most famous pure dystopian tale of modern times, 1984 , by George Orwell (1903-1950), published in 1948 (the same year in which Walden Two was published). I consider it an abominably poor book. It made a big hit (in my opinion ) only because it rode the tidal wave of cold war sentiment in the United States.Isaac Asimov
When civil fury first grew high, And men fell out, they knew not why; When hard words, jealousies, and fears, Set folks together by the ears, And made them fight, like mad or drunk, For Dame Religion, as for punk; Whose honesty they all durst swear for, Though not a man of them knew wherefore: When Gospel-Trumpeter, surrounded With long-ear'd rout, to battle sounded, And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, Was beat with fist, instead of a stick; Then did Sir Knight abandon dwelling, And out he rode a colonelling.
And he said "God, make it a dream!" as he rode his last ride down. And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars, clipped off thirteen telephone poles, hit two houses, bruised eight trees, and Blue-Crossed seven people. it was then he lost his head, not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.harry chapin
Jim was most ruined for a servant, because he got stuck up on account of having seen the devil and been rode by witches.mark twain
THE FACE we choose to miss, Be it but for a day As absent as a hundred years When it has rode away.
Last came Anarchy: he rode On a white horse, splashed with blood; He was pale even to the lips, Like Death in the Apocalypse.Percy Bysshe Shelley
When a child , my dreams rode on your wishes , I was your son, high on your horse , My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.stephen spender
He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield, Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales, bushes, And what not, though he rode beyond all price, Ask'd next day, "if men ever hunted twice?"lord byron
He rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
Wave after wave, each mightier than the last, Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame: And down the wave and in the flame was borne A naked babe, and rode to Merlin's feet, Who stoopt and caught the babe, and cried "The King! Here is an heir for Uther!"
Over the rim of waiting earth the moon lifted with majesty till it swung clear of the horizon and rode off, free of moorings...
Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising, He rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing. Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended; Over death, over dread, over doom lifted Out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.
So the two brothers and their murdered man rode past fair Florence.john keats
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death rode the six hundred.Tennyson
Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell rode the six hundred.Tennyson