And by his side rode loathsome Gluttony, Deforme' d creature, on a filthy swine.
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
Up rode the Duke on a loverly white 'orse,To find out the cause of the bother,He looked at the musket and then at Old Sam,And he talked to Old Sam like a brother'Sam, Sam, pick oop tha' musket'The Duke said as quiet as could be,'Sam, Sam pick oop tha' musket,Coom on lad, just to please me'Alright Duke,' said Old Sam, 'just for thee I'll oblige,And to show thee I meant no offence',So Sam picked it up, 'Gradely, lad' said the Duke,'Right-o boys... let battle commence.'stanley holloway
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.
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!"
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
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand And his daring life of crime made him a legend in his time East and west of the Rio Grande. Well, he started with a bank in Colorado In the pocket of his vest a Colt he hid. And his age and his size took the teller by surprise, And the word spread of Billy the Kid.Billy Joel
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Years and 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 Sunday afternoons 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.