The children of leet men to be leet men for ever, while every free man is to have power over his negro slaves.
"A True Hero" by W.H.G. Kingston
On the train I fell in with Mr. Leet, who was on his way to his place of business.
"The House" by Eugene Field
Teck chair, M'sieur; dry you'se'f leet beet.
"At Fault" by Kate Chopin
My name is Leete, Dr. Leete they call me.
"Looking Backward" by Edward Bellamy
Happen tha could find a bit o' leet work, as ud keep thee owt o' th' Union.
"That Lass O' Lowrie's" by Frances Hodgson Burnett
And 'ow does my leet-tel Clo-teel-da?
"Happy-Thought Hall" by F. C. Burnand
We were a happy, noisy gang, and undoubtedly gave poor Mrs. Leete a great deal of trouble.
"A Son of the Middle Border" by Hamlin Garland
Walshe, Edith Haigh, Blanche C., H. Krause, Fannie L. D., Eddie A. Leet.
"Harper's Young People, July 27, 1880" by Various
Leet, Maj., on Sandusky campaign, 330.
"Chronicles of Border Warfare" by Alexander Scott Withers
Noo I ha'e her, and she's leet as swansdoon aifter a'.
"The Sapphire Cross" by George Manville Fenn
It was equally unnecessary to make a return of the leets which they knew to be inherent in every burgh.
"View of the State of Europe during the Middle Ages, Vol. 3 (of 3)" by Henry Hallam
But I was tired, an' when I came along an' saw old Leet, sat down to rest a bit.
"From Kingdom to Colony" by Mary Devereux
I am have leet-tle money.
"Every Man for Himself" by Norman Duncan
The road in places follows the River Leet, on which Philipovo is situated.
"Hunting in Many Lands" by Various
Leet had been a member of General Grant's staff.
"The Life of Lyman Trumbull" by Horace White
It were a raw cowd morning, very early, before it wur gradely leet.
"Lancashire Humour" by Thomas Newbigging
I leeted t'lamp, and made t'fire, and brewed a pot a' tea, but I couldn't get her to put her lips to it.
"The Root of All Evil" by J. S. Fletcher
Bill Leet had met him half-way, so no time was lost.
"Johnny Ludlow. First Series" by Mrs. Henry Wood
We shall have a charming walk to Church Leet, Edgar.
"Johnny Ludlow, Sixth Series" by Mrs. Henry Wood
Various items of payment to the Manchester waitts occur in the Church Leet Books of that manor.
"Lancashire Folk-lore" by John Harland
They give dinners at th' hall ivery neet,
An' ther's carriages standin bi'th scoor,
An' all th' windows are blazin wi leet,
But they seldom give dinners to th' poor.
"Aht o' wark" by John Hartley
But aw luk at it oft as it glimmers i'th' leet,
An aw seem to live ovver once mooar;
Them days when mi futer wor all seemin breet,
An aw thowt nowt but joy wor i' stooar.
"Warmin Pan" by John Hartley
"Tha sed aw wor bonny, an th' leets o' mi een
Wor enuff for thi sunshine throo life;
An tha tell'd me tha wanted to mak me a queen,--
But it seems 'at tha wanted a wife."
"What It Comes To" by John Hartley
Todlin' whoam fro' th' market rant
Todlin' whoam content an' cant
Wi' mi' yed I' mi hat
an' mi feet i' mi shoon
Todim' whoam bi' t' leet o' th' moon
I'm fain to be todlin' whoam
"Todlin' Whoam" by Edwin Waugh
The neist that I ha'e on the publican's leet
Ne'er dream'd in a beuk wi' the public to meet;
Tho' keepin' a public, his wits he had tint
At thocht o' himsel' an' his public in print.
"Sketches of Village Character In Days "O' Langsyne"" by Janet Hamilton
If thou an' thine sud tax us workers' fooid,
An' thrust us back in our owd misery,
May t' tears o' our deead childer thin thy blooid,
An' t' curse o' t' "hungry forties" leet on thee.
"The Hungry Forties" by F W Moorman