Then, shall this mount
Of paradise, by might of waves, be mov'd
Out of his place, push'd by the horned flood;
With all his verdure spoil'd, and trees adrift
Down the great river, to the opening gulf,
And there take root. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. xi. l. 832.
It seem'd a corps adrift, to distant sight;
But at a distance who could judge aright. Dryd. Fables.
The custom of frequent reflection will keep their minds from running adrift, and call their thoughts home from useless unattentive roving. Locke on Education, § 176.