Down the quiet road, away, away, towards the dying time, love went, brave soldier, the song dwindling; walked to the edge of absence; all moments going, gone; bells through rain to fall on the carved names of the lost.
Go on, brave little soldier.
They were going to brave the two-hour-plus trips to work because they loved the place so much.
I suddenly felt vaguely fat and in need of a haircut, and I went to brave the pants.
Finally, after three long years of pleading, the phone call came: my grandmother was going to brave the trip from Chicago for Thanksgiving.
("No one was going to brave the lions' wide forepaws hanging out between the bars over my head after I bedded down").
We were willing to venture into the many lagoons that collected near the country's beaches, but there was no way we were going to brave the Atlantic, with its rough waves and fierce undertow.
Once I fully recover from "A Writer at War," I'm going to brave "Life and Fate," the novel that covers the same experiences in fictional form, suppressed by the Soviets in 1961, and published posthumously in the West.
At some point you are going to brave the crowds of Charles Bridge to get acquainted with one of Prague's most beautiful and historic icons.
At the time, I thought Rice was going to brave the protests and give her speech, but as the day drew closer, faculty and student resistance became increasingly intense.
