Her name was Sabrinetta, and her grandmother was sabra, who married St. George after he had killed the dragon, and by real rights all the country belonged to her: the woods that stretched away to the mountains, the downs that sloped down to the sea, the pretty fields of corn and maize and rye, the olive orchards and the vineyards, and the little town itself-with its towers and its turrets, its steep roofs and strange windows-that nestled in the hollow between the sea, where the whirlpool was, and the mountains, white with snow and rosy with sunrise.
"The Book of Dragons"
Edith Nesbit
I shall go down to the blackness of sabra before you do, if the flames of death are against us.
"Voodoo Planet"
Andrew North
My pappy wuz named Yancey an' my mammy wuz named sabra.
"Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves, North Carolina Narratives, Part 2"
Work Projects Administration