Poems with rhymes of rides

How sweet to think a tear for you abides,
Not all unuseful, in the wave she rides!

Unheeded Danger near him strides,
Love laughs, and on a lion rides.

Our Chaplain's got a banjo, an' a skinny mule 'e rides,
An' the stuff 'e says an' sings us, Lord, it makes us split our sides!

Restless at times with heavy strides
He paces his parlor to and fro;
He is like a ship that at anchor rides,

Or China teas, or Spanish hides,
In port or quarantine she rides;

Faithless Frederick onward rides;
Marking, blithe, the morning's glance
Mantling o'er the mountain's sides.

Biology and sex and motor rides,
Gardens in moonlight, the jazz, the little dinner, the bush picnic, the surfing
party and many things besides

But the wherefore why Somebody rides,
And the track that the brown horse goes,
Only his rider (and one besides:

WE follow where the Swamp Fox guides,
His friends and merry men are we;
And when the troop of Tarleton rides,

He said, 'My ship at anchor rides
In yonder broad lagoon;
I only wait the evening tides,

Son beau petit bonnet sans brides.
Nous allons voir les carpillons
Au bord de rotang plein de rides.

No longer wilful woman hides
Behind a law that over-rides

Down Darling tides,
The drovers singing
Where Clancy rides,

Seaward the glittering mountain rides,
While, down its green translucent sides,

The Coffin's a safe harbour, where he rides
Land-bound, below cross windes, or churlish tides.

Oh! scene, where death triumphant rides,
The spear, the sword, the javelin guides!

Thy spirit on the whirlwind rides,
Impels the unresisting tides,

Afloat upon ethereal tides
St. Paul's above the city rides!'

In vain they yell along the river sides,
In vain the arrow from its sheaf is torn,
Calm to his doom the willing victim rides,

Beneath a sky of deepest blue, where never cloud abides,
A speck upon the waste of plain the lonely mail-man rides.