Neshevna's words cleaved his very soul.
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker
Neither in black nor red, but directly between the two, the blade cleaved cleanly down the dividing-line.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
They buried the dark chief; they freed Beside the grave his battle steed; And swift an arrow cleaved its way To his stern heart!
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow