"Hent" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... reached me, O auspicious King, that the old woman promised to do the bidding of Al-Hajjaj, and whenas it was morning she donned the woollen clothes of a devotee[FN7] and hung around her neck a rosary of beads by the thousand and hent in hand a staff and a leather water bottle of Yamani manufacture and fared forth crying, "Glory be to Allah! Praised be Allah! There is no god but the God! Allah is Most Great! There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 4 • Richard F. Burton
... the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your ...
— Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories - The Young Folks Treasury, Volume 1 • Various
... potter to his cart he went, He was not to seek; A good two-hand staff he hent, Before ...
— Ballads of Robin Hood and other Outlaws - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Fourth Series • Frank Sidgwick
... thoughts self-guiltiness finds out, They scorned his power, and therefore scorned the pain, "Nay, nay," quoth he, "let be your strife and doubt, You both shall win, and fit reward obtain." With that the sergeants hent the young man stout, And bound him likewise in a worthless chain; Then back to back fast to a stake both ties, Two harmless turtles dight ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... then the flood rises, Ouer-walte[gh] vche a wod and e wyde felde[gh] Over-flows each wood and the wide fields; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Water wylger ay wax, wone[gh] at stryede Water wildly ever waxed, abodes that destroyed, Hurled in-to vch hous, hent at er dowelled Hurled into each house, seized those that there dwelt. Fyrst feng to e fly[gh]t alle at fle my[gh]t First took to flight all that flee might, Vuche burde with her barne e byggyng ...
— Early English Alliterative Poems - in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century • Various
... whanne he hadde a space fro his care, 505 Thus to him-self ful ofte he gan to pleyne; He sayde, 'O fool, now art thou in the snare, That whilom Iapedest at loves peyne; Now artow hent, now gnaw thyn owene cheyne; Thou were ay wont eche lovere reprehende 510 Of thing fro which thou ...
— Troilus and Criseyde • Geoffrey Chaucer |
