On the other hand, the long, seamlike depressions which ran to the top were filled with dry brush, and even the coulee bottom had clumps of rosebushes and wild currant, where the flames would revel briefly.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
The world seemed engaged in some frantic revel.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
Hence, the family farm retained its size and shape but it could no longer revel in complete self-reliance.
"Frying Pan Farm"
Elizabeth Brown Pryor