astraddle

But pretty soon he struggled up astraddle and grabbed the bridle, a-reeling this way and that; and the next minute he sprung up and dropped the bridle and stood!

But you see how compassionate heaven sends aid in our sorest need; Don Gaiferos advances, and without minding whether the rich petticoat is torn or not, he seizes her and by force brings her to the ground, and then with one jerk places her on the haunches of his horse, astraddle like a man, and bids her hold on tight and clasp her arms round his neck, crossing them on his breast so as not to fall, for the lady Melisendra was not used to that style of riding.

The lion stood astraddle Tarzan with his front paws.

Without ceremony he snatched up the little priest, slung him astraddle on his shoulders, and went racing towards Seawood as fast as his long legs could carry him.

Right glad was the traveller to see the high tower of Christchurch Priory gleaming in the mellow evening light, and gladder still when, on rounding a corner, he came upon his comrades of the morning seated astraddle upon a fallen tree.

The poems immediately begin to resituate the energies of "creation and relation." The poet explores a new space, a feminine "depth" which is astraddle the rational structures of the "traditional" world; crucially; in this creative depth, one can be alone but not isolated.

* Your partner, positioned astraddle the service marker, will help protect against possible passes up that side line.

A picture there showed a man standing astraddle a moving belt.

Physical geography makes for a Pakistani fault line creating a constant struggle for those living astraddle it, radical versus moderate Muslims, one aggressive ethnic group against another.

It was a place in between, a thing astraddle, one leg on each side of a centerline.

Words squeezed through his lips, breathy and broken: "What th'--hell--you--talkin'--about?" The memory he tried to repress flooded back: Eli sitting astraddle Harry's stomach, Harry's sweaty face, his eyes staring up; the gleaming rifle standing against the gray tree trunk where Harry had placed it before the scuffling started, beside it the tangled bodies of gray squirrels Eli and Harry had shot; then everything blurred: snatching up the rifle, pointing it, the explosion jarring him, echoing through the trees, Eli slumping forward, the red spot spreading around the little dark hole in his jacket; running up past the barn toward the house screaming for Harry's dad, while Harry tried to stop Eli's bleeding...