A tall bronzed man rises from the porch as we hail him, and comes out to our carriage.
"The Souls of Black Folk" by W. E. B. Du Bois
We had to stand in the porch, for it was raining, and the carriage was not yet come.
"Agnes Grey" by Anne Bronte
They had a posting carriage at the porch, sir, and had stopped to hear the organ, they said.
"Life And Adventures Of Martin Chuzzlewit" by Charles Dickens
Stella had got out of the carriage when her husband reached the porch.
"The Black Robe" by Wilkie Collins
The carriages passed up and around a circle of box to the path, bordered with box leading to the porch with its lovely doorway.
"A Portrait of Old George Town" by Grace Dunlop Ecker
They walked up on the porch, and she placed her in the carriage while she glanced at Violet.
"A Modern Cinderella" by Amanda M. Douglas
As the carriage drew up beside the porch he came down and extended his hand to each.
"A Bunch of Cherries" by L. T. Meade
We ran in under a carriage porch.
"The Million-Dollar Suitcase" by Alice MacGowan
The group had reached the porch and lingered there a moment, waiting for the carriages to draw up.
"A Noble Woman" by Ann S. Stephens
A private carriage was waiting at a little distance from the porch, and the footman who belonged to it was lounging in the vestibule within.
"Cecilia" by F. Marion Crawford