What to that apostolic lancer
, Brother Jonathan, is Texas but a Fast-Fish?
A French lancer
had speared the young ensign in the leg, who fell, still bravely holding to his flag.
Faith, France gave herself to him, like a handsome girl to a lancer
, and the Pope and all his cardinals in robes of red and gold come across the Alps on purpose to anoint him before the army and the people, who clap their hands.
A regiment of Lancers
came charging down the Broad Walk, armed with holly-leaves, with which they jog the enemy horribly in passing.
A world in which all those pretty and gracious women dwelt, among the figures of the waltz and the lancers
, with chat between about the last instalment of 'The Newcomes,' was good enough world for me; I was only afraid it was too good.
The second squadron of the Lancers
shot by, and there was the troop-horse, with his tail like spun silk, his head pulled into his breast, one ear forward and one back, setting the time for all his squadron, his legs going as smoothly as waltz music.
Eyes, ears, arms and legs were pierced; every inch of the poor writhing body that did not cover a vital organ became the target of the cruel lancers
In the ballroom, meanwhile, the dancers were being formed into squares for the lancers
The troop of lancers
came up, and one of them who was in advance began shouting to Don Quixote, "Get out of the way, you son of the devil, or these bulls will knock you to pieces
I know I 've made a guy of myself; but Fan insisted on it, for fear you 'd be offended if I did n't go the first dance with you," said Tom, remorsefully, watching Polly as she settled the bow of her crushed sash, which Tom had used as a sort of handle by which to turn and twist her; "I can do the Lancers
tip-top; but you won't ever want to dance with me any more," he added, as he began to fan her so violently, that her hair flew about as if in a gale of wind.
And I have one hundred archers and a score of lancers
, but there are two hundred men who wait for me on this side of the water upon the borders of Navarre.
Ah, Mulcahy, you're in good time," he shouted, "We've got the route, and we're off on Thursday for a pic-nic wid the Lancers