Quixote's horse

Usage examples of rosinante.

Even Rosinante pricked forward her ears, and stooped her gentle face to view more closely this light traveller.

One thing only was clear: Rosinante could trust to her five wits better than I to mine.

I left Rosinante to follow whithersoever a sweet tooth might dictate, and climbed down into the weedy coolness at the waterbrink.

I caught up yet one more handful of cherries, and stumbled out, heavy and dim, into a pale-green firmanent of buds and glow-worms, to seek the poor Rosinante I had so heedlessly deserted.

Four bearded hoofs rose and fell upon the moss with all the circumspection snorting Rosinante could compass.

Even Rosinante seemed perturbed by the stillness and solitude of this wild garden.

It was Rosinante, wearying, I suppose, of the reflection of her own mild countenance, that drew me back from dream and disaster.

The stream was swift but noiseless, the water rather rare than cold, yet, despite all the philosophy beaming out of her maidenly eyes across the smooth surface of the tide, Rosinante must have preferred from the bottom of her heart dry land.

And soon, placid, unsurprised, at her extreme ease, loomed into sight who but my ox-headed Rosinante in these dells, cropping her delightful way along in search of her drowned master.

Indeed, he twisted his little head upon his shoulders to observe Rosinante gauntly labouring on.

Into his charge, then, I surrendered Rosinante, and followed my inarticulate acquaintance into the noise and heat and lustre of the Inn.

Even as we set out, I leading Rosinante by her bridle, and Superstition on my left hand, out of heavenly Leo a bright star wheeled, fading as it fell.

But the other gave less heed to Rosinante, fixed the filmy lustre of his eyes on me, his wonderful young face veiled with that wisdom which is in all children, and of an immutable gravity.

To her then, leaving Rosinante in an ecstasy of timidity before such god-like boys, I addressed myself.

And day withdrew its boundaries, spread to the nearer forests a bright amphitheatre, fitful with light, whereof it seemed to me Rosinante with her poor burden was the centre and the butt.