You only tell me what it will cost, carriage, provender, and all, and let me hear no more of it.
"Hopes and Fears scenes from the life of a spinster" by Charlotte M. Yonge
See here, Ada, we won't have to buy any more provender this season at this rate.
"Three Little Cousins" by Amy E. Blanchard
He said he would go out for some fresh "provender" and "sort o' earn his keep" that way.
"Far Past the Frontier" by James A. Braden
Many families were new to the country and had depended upon sod-corn for the winter's supply of provender for both man and beast.
"The Wind Before the Dawn" by Dell H. Munger
And the man brought the men into Joseph's house, and gave them water, and they washed their feet; and he gave their asses provender.
"Select Masterpieces of Biblical Literature" by Various
Here they come; here's provender, your Honour.
"A Yacht Voyage to Norway, Denmark, and Sweden" by W. A. Ross
My instincts told me that those pages were my natural provender.
"In Brief Authority" by F. Anstey
The old saying, 'Prayer and provender hinder no man's journey,' is as true in war as in peace.
"The Cabin on the Prairie" by C. H. (Charles Henry) Pearson
There's a lot of provender in that basket and we'll be as jolly as they make 'em.
"A Dear Little Girl at School" by Amy E. Blanchard
They should also be well fed with wholesome provender, and have access to good water.
"The Cook and Housekeeper's Complete and Universal Dictionary; Including a System of Modern Cookery, in all Its Various Branches," by Mary Eaton
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For what, we thought, had we to fear
With our arms and provender, load on load,
Our towering battlements, tier on tier,
And friendly allies drawing near
On every leafy summer road.
"The Castle" by Edwin Muir
And you must careful fill your mows
With good provender for your cows,
And in the winter keep them warm,
Protect them safe all time from harm,
For cows do dearly love their ease,
Which doth insure best grade of cheese.
"Oxford Cheese Ode" by James McIntyre
They raced; their brothers yelled them on, and broke
In act to follow, but as one they snuffed
Wood-fumes, and by the fire that spoke
Of provender, its pale flame puffed,
And rolled athwart dwarf furzes grey-blue smoke.
"The Orchard And The Heath" by George Meredith