Halting beneath this outer gate, the youth winded the horn which hung at his side in mimicry of the custom of the times.
"The Outlaw of Torn" by Edgar Rice Burroughs
Pietro wondered if their huge wide horns would not reach from side to side of the narrow street within the gates.
"Knights of Art" by Amy Steedman
So he climbed the Beanstalk once more, and blew the horn at the Giant's gate.
"The Red Fairy Book" by Various
We followed Horne to an enclosure, outside the gate of which were stacked a great number of spears.
"The Land of Footprints" by Stewart Edward White
Time will show: for the present we leave him blowing the horn suspended at the gate of St. Ouen's priory.
"The Rival Heirs being the Third and Last Chronicle of Aescendune" by A. D. Crake
Scarce had he concluded when a hoarse blast from the horn rang at the outer gate.
"Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1 (of 2)" by John Roby
A ticket to know the horn-gate from the ivory, ... ought I not to have it?
"The Letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett, Vol. 1 (of 2) 1845-1846" by Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
When he came to the king's gate, He sought a drink for Hind Horn's sake.
"Ballads of Romance and Chivalry" by Frank Sidgwick
Now when at length King Horn reached the palace gate, the wedding feast was spread.
"Stories from the Ballads" by Mary MacGregor
A hundred yards from that gate, its horn blatted irritably at the car of the acting head of municipal police.
"The Pirates of Ersatz" by Murray Leinster
Gaily he pass'd the outward gate;
But sadly he return'd;
His bugle horn he sounded thrice,
—No wreath his brows adorn'd.
"Sir Raymond of the Castle" by Mary Darby Robinson
O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprung
With ardent hopes elate,
And loudly blew the horn that hung
Before Sir Hornbook's gate.
"Sir Hornbook" by Thomas Love Peacock
The hunters pass Earl William's gate,
Where the warder's horn had been !
The hunters pass Earl William's hall,
And all is still within:
"The Black Knight Of The Water" by Anne Bannerman
That one, with streaming pennon, seeks
The golden gates that guard the morn,
That one the perilous island peaks
Beyond the stormy Horn.
"A Sea Rover" by Clinton Scollard
Into the east, where morn
Sleeps in a shadowy close,
Shut with a gate of horn,
'Round which the dreams she knows
Flutter with rose and thorn.
"Clouds Of The Autumn Night" by Madison Julius Cawein
With a giratin' jump he goes over the gate,
And I grabbed for the horn, but I was too late.
He hit with a jar that 'most shed his hair;
It busted me loose and I quit him right there.
"The Ridge-Running Roan" by Curley Fletcher