When they were in the sixth grade, Oread had a boy friend.

Each mountain was said to have its own local nymph, an oread.

"Whatever do you make your stories out of, Oread?"

Oread ran all the way back to where Selim was still waiting in the street under the stars.

One day Oread found her mother in tears, yet there was happy salt in them.

An early higher education institution, the Oread Institute, closed in 1934.

You have all three of my uncles here in wax," Oread said.

Oread saw, and she waited around after class.

"The Oread offered three levels of instruction: primary, academic and collegiate.

Kelmis was the smoky smelly one, but Oread didn't mind that.

"A couple of them she didn't draw cut out of her imagination," Oread insisted.

"Oread, give me your answer," Selim was saying again.

Oread ran out of there and ran to the convent that was behind the school she used to attend.

"Oread" may serve to illustrate some prominent features of Imagist poetry.

Oread had brought some sandwiches with her.

The Oread, apparently the speaker of the poem, expresses her wish that the sea unite with the land.

"Such a nice expression," Oread told him, "and somebody had told me that you were an unbeliever."

Deep under the hills Oread was crying.

Echo was a an Oread, a mountain nymph.

The orefaun leaped forward to nab a passing oread.

I was the Oread Anemotrephes in the sequence on the Mountain.

Oread left there at a run.

He was no more rested than if he had run up and down Mount Oread since sundown.

That oread lady said to the doctor, "Shall I rip his belly open up to the chin?"

"The same was the case with simple arithmetic," said the instructor, disregarding Oread with a deep sigh.