And by his side rode loathsome Gluttony, Deforme' d creature, on a filthy swine.
Lord Ronald said nothing; he flung himself from the room, flung himself uponhishorse and rode madly off in all directions.
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
Lord Ronald said nothing; he flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.stephen leacock
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.
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!"
Terrible he rode alone, With his yemen sword for aid; Ornament it carried none But the notches on the blade.
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
And with glorious triumph, they rode through England proud and gay, Drunk as with intoxication Of the wine of desolation.Percy Bysshe Shelley
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.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling through the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight forever kneeled To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.Tennyson
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.