There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked
; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees.
She turned her steeds; the Hours presently unyoked them, made them fast to their ambrosial mangers, and leaned the chariot against the end wall of the courtyard.
The mighty lord of the earthquake unyoked his horses for him, set the car upon its stand, and threw a cloth over it.
The carter at once unyoked
the oxen and left them to roam at large about the pleasant green spot, the freshness of which seemed to invite, not enchanted people like Don Quixote, but wide-awake, sensible folk like his squire, who begged the curate to allow his master to leave the cage for a little; for if they did not let him out, the prison might not be as clean as the propriety of such a gentleman as his master required.
He just unyoked
the oxen, an' sat down under a tree, an' died there sitting up.
We go across the level plain, twenty yoke of us, till we are unyoked
again, and we graze while the big guns talk across the plain to some town with mud walls, and pieces of the wall fall out, and the dust goes up as though many cattle were coming home."
In one poem Arroyo urges, "let's be unyoked
from landscapes" ("Antonio Machado in the New World," 22).
He says: verily she is a cow unyoked
;she ploughs not the soil nor watersthe tilth; whole and without mark.
After six oxen, decked in regalia, were taken around the field for a symbolic tilling of the land, two of the oxen were unyoked
and led to the six chalices to make their choice - though one was initially a little reluctant to partake of the proffered foodstuffs.
He had been harrowing in a haugh on the banks of the Endrick and around 4pm on the day of the accident unyoked
his horses and proceeded home.
I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked
humour of your idleness: Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.