There are demons down there, quite black, standing in front of boilers, and they wield shovels and pitchforks and poke
up fires and stir up flames and, if you come too near them, they frighten you by suddenly opening the red mouths of their furnaces.
I have come three thousand miles, and am resolved to set my foot on every peak of these mountains, and poke
my head into every chasm, for the sole purpose of demonstrating to the satisfaction of any man one whit less an ass than thyself that the Great Carbuncle is all a humbug
One after another, King Minos called these pale, frightened youths and sobbing maidens to his footstool, gave them each a poke
in the ribs with his sceptre (to try whether they were in good flesh or no), and dismissed them with a nod to his guards.
They then build a small hut, dig out a canoe from a cotton-wood tree, and in this poke
along shore silently, in the evening, and set their traps.
A pig may poke
his nose into the trough and think o' nothing outside it; but if you've got a man's heart and soul in you, you can't be easy a-making your own bed an' leaving the rest to lie on the stones.
Now if the countrymen of Monnsheer Ler Quaw had been aboard of her, they would have just struck her ashore on some of them small islands; but we run along the land until we found her dead to leeward off the mountains of Pico, and dam’me if I know to this day how we got there—whether we jumped over the island or hauled round it; but there we was, and there we lay, under easy sail, fore-reaching first upon one tack and then upon t’other, so as to poke
her nose out now and then and take a look to wind’ard till the gale blowed its pipe out.
Tristram, giving him a little poke
with his parasol.
The coat-shirt not yet introduced, a man had to slip the old-fashioned kind over his head, drag it down past his shoulders and poke
blindly for the sleeve openings.
Towards midnight he was about to poke
his fire, and as he was blowing it, something cried suddenly from one corner: 'Au, miau
They walk round a soldier, staring at his legs with the greatest curiosity, and poke
him to see if he is real.
The blooming Judy, without removing her gaze from the fire, gives her grandfather one ghostly poke
Just let me show you how to poke
it -- see the sparks?