And in a trice the spokesman of the malcontents was spread-eagled across the wheel, Triangled in such wise that he could move neither hand nor foot.
"The Luck of Gerard Ridgeley"
Bertram Mitford
Now, dyed with burning carbuncle, a limbo-litten pane, Within its walls of storm, the West opens to hill and plain, On which the wild-geese ink themselves, a far Triangled train, And then the shuttering clouds close down-and night is here again.
"Kentucky Poems"
Madison J. Cawein Commentator: Edmund Gosse
They rose singly from it, sheer and sudden, toothed and Triangled like icebergs, hot as stoves.
"Red Men and White"
Owen Wister