| 1. | His breast-armor woven bode on his shoulde. - from Beowulf by |
| 2. | "And there I bode till that the season fell.. - from The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer |
| 3. | Bold-mooded Finn where he bode in his palace. - from Beowulf by |
| 4. | This was my dream what it doth bode God knows. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 5. | had prepared And with them bode till it was day. - from The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer |
| 6. | they would have hang'd him and I pray God his bad voice bode n. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 7. | in anticipation of The owl eke, that of death the bode bringeth. - from The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer |
| 8. | There was a brooding oppressiveness in the air that seemed to bode something. - from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) |
| 9. | What best is boded me to mischief I. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 10. | "Oh, no" she said, but he saw in her eyes a constraint that boded him no good. - from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy |
| 11. | What boded this but well-forewarning win. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 12. | So bodes my soul, and bids me thus advis. - from The Iliad of Homer by Homer |
| 13. | This bodes some strange eruption to our state. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 14. | Possibly, if he had observed the brief interchange of signals, he might have thought that it boded no good to him. - from Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens |
| 15. | Full of trepidation--for he knew that such a visit boded him little good--Ferrier ran to the door to greet the Mormon chief. - from A Study In Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle |
| 16. | "As _you_ say," madame retorted, correcting him, and deftly knitting an extra something into his name that boded him no good. - from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens |
| 17. | For two days and nights he neither ate nor drank, and during those two days and nights of torment, he accumulated a fund of wrath that boded ill for whoever first fell foul of him. - from The Call of the Wild by Jack London |