The treacle jar stands open for stray fingers and flies to disport themselves therein.
"Nelson's Home Comforts" by Mary Hooper
I feared insanity and began to picture how I would disport myself in a madhouse.
"Confessions of a Neurasthenic" by William Taylor Marrs
After the young are hatched both old and young disport themselves about the water until moulting time.
"Birds, Illustrated by Color Photography, Vol. II, No 3, September 1897" by Various
Aurora had shown small knowledge of him when she thought he would consent to see her disport herself before the public as a negress.
"Aurora the Magnificent" by Gertrude Hall
Had they not spent a merry hour, disporting themselves at love's fair game?
"Absolution" by Clara Viebig
It happened that my brother and myself were disporting ourselves in certain fields near the good town of Canterbury.
"Lavengro The Scholar, The Gypsy, The Priest" by George Borrow
In the heart of the crowd, now plunging ahead of it, now lost in it, the first gentleman of Green River disported himself.
"The Wishing Moon" by Louise Elizabeth Dutton
The six girls disported in the lake like a flock of ducks.
"Wyn's Camping Days" by Amy Bell Marlowe
Besides, she figures much better in that world-comedy, that mighty game wherewith the universal Proteus disports himself.
"La Sorcière: The Witch of the Middle Ages" by Jules Michelet
As it was it gave him funds to disport himself with in her company.
"The "Genius"" by Theodore Dreiser
Thus, thou little wily queen,
Mortal secrets dost thou glean,
To serve thee for thy gay disport,
In thy small and viewless court.
"Queen Mab And Her Fats" by Charlotte Dacre
To swing in the hammock, disport in the breeze,
To lie in the shade of magnificent trees--
Oh, this is like quaffing from luxury's bowl
The life-giving essence for body and soul!
"Holiday Home." by Hattie Howard
No more the flow'ry scenes of pleasure rife,
Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes,
No more with joy we view that lovely face
Smiling, disportive, flush'd with ev'ry grace.
"On the Death of J.C. an Infant" by Phillis Wheatley
The zephyrs disport with a light-bosomed song,
And the joy-laden songsters flit over the lea--
Yet the hours of the spring as they hurry along
Bring nothing but sadness and sighing to me!
"Alone" by Lennox Amott
(But never heard them, such as dwelt with him;
Their ears they stopped, and willed to live at ease
In all delight; and perfect in their youth,
And strong, disport them in the perfect world.)
"A Story Of Doom: Book III." by Jean Ingelow
To bear the yoke not yet your love's submissive neck is bent,
To share a husband's toil, or grasp his amorous intent;
Over the fields, in cooling streams, the heifer longs to go,
Now with the calves disporting where the pussy-willows grow.
"An Excuse For Lalage" by Roswell Martin Field