"Halberd" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... from their beds. Women and children, blind with fright, darted shrieking from the houses. A fierce gaunt visage, the thrust of a pike or blow of a rusty halberd,—such was the greeting that met all alike. Laudonniere snatched his sword and target, and ran towards the principal breach, calling to his soldiers. A rush of Spaniards met him; his men were cut down around ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 12, No. 73, November, 1863 • Various
... upholstered armchair had at its back a triangle worked with guipure. A piece of a coat of mail adorned the partition to the right, and on the other side sharp spikes sustained in a horizontal position a unique specimen of a halberd. ...
— Bouvard and Pecuchet - A Tragi-comic Novel of Bourgeois Life • Gustave Flaubert
... no cry, only dropped his halberd and staggered back as Leoni passed on into the darkness, his horse running side by side with that ...
— The King's Esquires - The Jewel of France • George Manville Fenn
... my Father's house.' He was a very tall and great man, with long snow-white beard and head; and he stood in the fire with his hands folded, and never moved nor spake, till one struck him on the head with a halberd (I know not whether it were in malice or in compassion) and he fell down dead into the midst ...
— Robin Tremain - A Story of the Marian Persecution • Emily Sarah Holt
... Maciek, not being able to drive off the young man, was obliged merely to defend himself without inflicting wounds. Already the ensign had given him a slight wound with the spear; already, raising the halberd aloft, he was collecting himself for a blow. Baptist was unable to reach him in time, but stopping half way, he whirled his weapon, and cast it under the feet of his enemy; he broke a bone, and the ensign immediately ...
— Pan Tadeusz • Adam Mickiewicz
... body rested naked all day on the scaffold, with the halberd-men drinking round about; and 'twas tumbled into a hole ...
— The King's Achievement • Robert Hugh Benson
... you may understand why he could not seek my hand openly, and you also know why I could not tell you his name." She again turned to John, and he put his arm about her. You can imagine much better that I can describe Sir George's fury. He snatched a halberd from the hands of a yeoman who was standing near by and started toward John and Dorothy. Thereupon the hard old warrior, Sir William St. Loe, whose heart one would surely say was the last place where sentiment ...
— Dorothy Vernon of Haddon Hall • Charles Major |
