"Coach" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Natural Research Department, after much opportunity to wrestle with the subtle and gritty and hard-testing demon of delay, came at last to Hurda again, and stepped out of the coach with a throb in his chest and a knot in his throat which only the best and bravest soldiers have brought in from the field. As the moments of waiting at the edge of the jungle passed, it dawned upon him that something had happened, or Carlin already would be with him, at least crossing the ...
— Son of Power • Will Levington Comfort and Zamin Ki Dost
... stories about spitting, and "I guess I can clear you, mister," as the man said when he spat across some stage-coach traveller out of the opposite window, are very far-fetched. The Americans certainly do spit a great deal too much for their own health and for other people's ideas of comfort, but it arises from habit, and the too free practice of chewing tobacco. I never saw an American of any class, ...
— Canada and the Canadians, Vol. 2 • Richard Henry Bonnycastle
... or amid a crowd of gamekeepers, and so forth, we had the usual establishment of a country-gentleman of moderate means in the 'seventies. My mother had a comfortable, heavy landau, with a pair of quiet horses, still officially and in bills called "coach-horses." My father had a small brougham of his own for doing magistrate's work, drawn by a horse believed to be of a very fiery disposition, and called "Black Bess." I and my brothers had ponies on whose backs we spent many hours. My father had been an invalid most of his life, and, owing ...
— The Adventure of Living • John St. Loe Strachey
... starting with her maid in the next mail for Boulogne, and who told me not to take it until the coach ...
— Camille (La Dame aux Camilias) • Alexandre Dumas, fils
... the lofty and celestial mount Of ever-green Selinus, quaintly decked With blooms more white than Erycina's brows, Whose tender blossoms tremble every one At every little breath that thorough heaven is blown. Then in my coach, like Saturn's royal son Mounted his shining chariot gilt with fire And drawn with princely eagles through the path Paved with bright crystal and enchased with stars, When all the gods stand gazing at his pomp, So will I ride ...
— The Growth of English Drama • Arnold Wynne
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