"Wagoner" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... the northerne wagoner had set His sevenfold teme behind the stedfast starre That was in ocean waves yet never wet, But firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre To all that in the ...
— Six Centuries of English Poetry - Tennyson to Chaucer • James Baldwin
... footed steedes, Towards Phoebus' lodging, such a wagoner As Phaeton should whip you to the wish, And bring in cloudie night immediately. Spred thy close curtaine, Loue-performing night, That run-awayes eyes may wincke, and Romeo Leape to these armes, untalkt of and ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 192, July 2, 1853 • Various
... As a Wagoner was driving his wain through a miry lane, the wheels stuck fast in the clay and the Horses could get on no farther. The Man immediately dropped on his knees and began crying and praying with all his might to Hercules to ...
— The Talking Beasts • Various
... school he attended. He excelled in recitations and dialogues; but he was not meant for a scholar by his father and he was soon taken from school, and put to work on the farm. In the War of 1812 he drove a wagon in the supply train for General Harrison's army, and the people liked to call him the Wagoner Boy, when he came forward in politics. A few years later he read law, and with the training which he had given himself at school as well as in the old-fashioned debating societies which flourished everywhere in that day, he quickly gained standing at the bar ...
— Stories Of Ohio - 1897 • William Dean Howells
... shifted and now lay along in the snow. There, too, lay the body of the dragoon I had shot, crumpled up in his death-agony. A brood of owls were clucking and cluttering about under the hovel, and there, too, leaning against the rear wheel of the wain, were a lumpish wagoner and our surly host. The one was stolidly smoking, the other was holding the battered lantern out at arm's length, and I could, as it were, see him growling to the lout at his side, "'Ew's to fork out for ...
— The Yeoman Adventurer • George W. Gough
... has forgotten his glory; The wagoner sings on his wain, And Chauncey Depew tells a story, And ...
— Shapes of Clay • Ambrose Bierce |
