"Strake" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... wat[gh] dressed vpon dece bot e dere seluen, & his clere concubynes i{n} cloes ful bry[gh]t. 1400 [Sidenote: When all are seated, service begins.] When alle segges were {er} set, e{n} seruyse bygy{n}nes, [Sidenote: Trumpets sound everywhere.] Sturnen trumpen strake steuen i{n} halle, Aywhere by e wowes wrasten krakkes, [Sidenote: [Fol. 76b.]] & brode baneres er-bi blusnande of gold; 1404 [Sidenote: Bread is served upon silver dishes.] Burnes berande e[70] bredes vpon brode skeles, at were of ...
— Early English Alliterative Poems - in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century • Various
... thou nay? By my heed, thou hast nat sayd that for nought,'—and so therwith strake the knight that he wounded hym in fyue (five) places, and there was no knyght nor barone ...
— A Midsummer Drive Through The Pyrenees • Edwin Asa Dix
... nestling with their feathers spread balloon-wise, while they flirted the hot summer dust over them. Down where the grass was in shadow a mower was sharpening his blade. The clear metallic sound of the "strake" or sharpening strop, covered with pure white Loch Skerrow sand set in grease, which scythemen universally use in Galloway, cut through the slumberous hum of the noonday air like the blade itself through the grass. The bees in the purple flowers beneath the window boomed a mellow ...
— The Lilac Sunbonnet • S.R. Crockett
... With that he swarved the mainmast tree, So did he it with might and main; Horsley, with a bearing arrow, Strake ...
— Ballads of Robin Hood and other Outlaws - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Fourth Series • Frank Sidgwick
... somewhat astonied at the strange sights which he saw before, and ignorant of the Latine tongue, roade on and spake never a word: The souldier unable to refraine his insolence, and offended at his silence, strake him on the shoulders as he sate on my backe; then my master gently made answer that he understood not what he said, whereat the souldier angerly demanded againe, whither he roade with his Asse? Marry (quoth he) to the next City: But I (quoth the souldier) have need of ...
— The Golden Asse • Lucius Apuleius |
