"Brast" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Therefore Richard was not aghast, He struck the steed that under him went, And gave the Soldan his death with a dent: In his shielde verament Was painted a serpent, With the spear that Richard held He bare him thorough under his sheld, None of his armour might him last, Bridle and peytrel all to-brast, His girthes and his stirrups also, His ruare to grounde wente tho; Maugre her head, he made her seech The ground, withoute more speech, His feet toward the firmament, Behinde him the spear outwent There he fell ...
— Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Complete • George Gilfillan |
