Vixen looked up and whinnied slightly.
"The Buffalo Runners" by R.M. Ballantyne
The two beasts 'll follow us like dogs, and it's all right so long as they don't whinny.
"Crown and Sceptre" by George Manville Fenn
If the horse tribe could speak, it would arise and whinny paeans to the name of Oliver, joining in the chorus of farmers.
"Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Volume 11 (of 14)" by Elbert Hubbard
Dobbin whinnied as if he thought the call had been long enough.
"A Little Girl in Old New York" by Amanda Millie Douglas
From the paddock the deserted fillies whinnied to her.
"The History of Sir Richard Calmady" by Lucas Malet
First one and then another whinnied softly and stretched out its muzzle to receive his caress.
"Dead Man's Land" by George Manville Fenn
Goddard's mare, Brown Betty, welcomed him with a whinny of delight, and he stopped a moment to caress her.
"The Lost Despatch" by Natalie Sumner Lincoln
Pinto commenced to neigh and kept it up, a restless whinny, eager for his own people.
"Land of the Burnt Thigh" by Edith Eudora Kohl
This was sufficient to attract the mule, which whinnied and tried to follow the donkey.
"The Crystal Hunters" by George Manville Fenn
To my astonishment, a whinny came from the plateau above.
"A harum-scarum schoolgirl" by Angela Brazil
When thou from hence away art paste,
Every nighte and alle,
To Whinny-muir thou comest at laste;
And Christe receive thye saule.
"A Lyke-Wake Dirge" by Anonymous British
His whinny shrill, his pawing hoof,
Sound dreadful as a gathering storm;
And I must leave this sheltering roof,
And joys of life so soft and warm.
"The Stirrup Cup" by John Hay
'We gat the moss fra' the elditch aile,
The bents fra' the whinny muir,
And a fause knight threw us the bonny broun hair,
To please his braw new fere.'
"Scotch Song" by Charles Kingsley
The thief was cruel whex'd
To find himself so pinn'd;
The oss began to whinny,
The honest gloom he grinn'd;
And the raskle thief got off the oss
And cut avay like vind.
"Jacob Homnium’s Hoss" by William Makepeace Thackeray
The horse in the stable whinnies by the door,
The dog of a sudden is wild with delight.
Who is this he welcomes, long waited for?
Who smiles in the shadow, so dear, so bright?
"They Who Return" by Katharine Tynan
Their hoofs’ dull thunder brought the wife in wonder
to the gate,
She waved her hand in answer to his shout;
While Dandy from his paddock whinnied loudly to
To know what all the trouble was about.
"Jack Corrigan" by Barcroft Henry Boake