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Sentence Examples
| Then, shouting gladly o'er the sands, Met two who in their alien ways Were like as lentils. |
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| Far from the bucolic paradise of popular myth, with lowing herds winding slowly o'er the lea, modern farms have as much romance as a widget factory. |
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| If anyone tells you that the native hue of my resolution is sicklied o'er, they're trying to sell you a load of you-know-what. |
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| The letterbox was brimming o'er when we arrived home this eve. |
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| And when people say I don't have a conscience — trust me, I have a conscience, and it's a very big conscience, O. K.? And the native hue of my resolution is not sicklied o'er, that's a lie! |
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| The angels come towards the outcasts Gliding meteorous, as evening mist Risen from a river o'er the marish glides, And gathers ground fast at the labourer's heel Homeward returning. |
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| On such wise have they burned Me, taper-like, that o'er me The cup wept and the lyre Lament for my misgrace made. |
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| Miss's pony has trodden dahn two rigs uh corn, un plottered through, raight o'er intuh t'meadow. |
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| A'down my beard the slavers trickle I cast the wee stools o'er the meikle, While round the fire the giglets keckle, To see me loup, While, raving mad, I wish a heckle Were in their doup! |
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| He could jigger the ball o'er a steeple tall as most men would jigger a cop. |
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| L Beneath love's heavy weight my falt'ring soul Plods, like the packman, o'er life's dusty road. |
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| When all is o'er, out to the door they run, With new comb'd sleeky hair, and glist'ning cheeks, Each with some little project in his head. |
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| But there was such laughing! Queen Hecuba laugh'd that her eyes ran o'er. |
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| Impetuous spread the stream, and smoking flourished o'er his head. |
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| I turned, and lo! by my side there stood A being of strangest naturehood. Startled, I glanced him o'er and o'er, Wondering I noted him not before. |
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| Away on the patriarch mountains the sunset is burning, And huge floating cloudlets, begloried with crimson, Move silently o'er with a sleepy and peace-breathing motion. |
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Examples from Classical Literature
| In my sleep shall I roam 'neath oaken prow, as it glideth o'er the murky ocean. |
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| Each feminine delight of florid lip, Eyes brimming o'er and brow bowed down with love, Marmoreal neck and bosom uberous. |
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| Charm'd o'er thy bed celestial voices sing, And Seraphs hover on enamour'd wing. |
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| His soldiership became sicklied o'er when he went beyond the parade ground. |
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| Never comes the trader thither, never o'er the purple main Sounds the oath of British commerce, or the accents of Cockaigne. |
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| The few dull flowers that o'er the place are spreadPartake the nature of their fenny bed. |
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| The book is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of the excellent Charlotte M. Yonge. |
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| The native hue of spiritual resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of distracted, wavering, confused thought. |
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| And o'er sacred rights of homa Brahmans chant their mantra high, There is heard the jackal's wailing and the raven's ominous cry! |
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| Look at yon carven shield,Above the chantry door, No blazoned pride bedecks its field,But emblems five sprent o'er. |
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| Since I hae slippit the tether, I may as well tak a canter o'er the knowes. |
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| Now all who ever will arrive in Zeebruges from o'er the sea will arrive after the Seventh Division. |
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| You cannot sure forget A prison-roof is o'er you, Strafford? |
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| Well, you mark my words, as that cloud 'ull spread o'er the sky pretty nigh as quick as you'd spread a tarpaulin over one o' your hay-ricks. |
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| Ruddy and vigorous, he is not sicklied o'er with any pale cast whatever. |
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| Before the strife is o'er you'll see the Green above the Red. |
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| If it be the ring, which I doubt not, I've had it o'er long in my keeping. |
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| The red gleam o'er the mountains Goes wavering from sight, And the quiet moon enhances The loveliness of night. |
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| Fly to the love for help to save Blood-bo't sinners all o'er the world. |
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| Alas for him that under lowering skies, In peril o'er a trackless ocean sails, Where neither friendly port nor pole-star shows. |
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| And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the ocean foam. |
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| The assembly seated, rising o'er the rest, Achilles thus the king of men addressed. |
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| Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only Watch o'er the steps of a poor orphan child. |
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| In the silence of the night time when turmoils and strife are o'er. |
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| And o'er the foam-flecked offing as far as voice could reach We hailed the landing-parties and we sang them up the beach. |
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| We mourn the loss of our little pet, And sigh o'er her hapless fate, For never more by the fire she'll sit, Nor play by the old green gate. |
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| The mountains that divide the lauds they have passed o'er the crest. |
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| That hover o'er the meeting-halls, Where many a voice stentorian bawls! |
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| The scattered isles Uprose, black-looming o'er the tranquil deeps, Where the reflected heavens wanly showed A lingering gleam. |
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| Inside, the guard was snoring in defiance of the pother o'er his head. |
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| His visor hung down o'er his eyes, He rode in single array, A sorrier man than he was one Rode never in summer's day. |
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| My soul, from this strait prison-house set free, As o'er the Stygian lake it floats along, Thy praises singing still shall hold its way, And make the waters of oblivion stay. |
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| It's right o'er Mike Holdsworth's fallow, and a foul fallow it is. |
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