My father is the king's man, and when he rides into the press of fight he is not thinking ever of the saving of his own poor body; he recks
little enough if he leave it on the field.
as well confess myself to the devil as to Brian de Bois-Guilbert, who recks
neither of heaven nor of hell.
The very trees and the green merging into the blue distance became symbols of the vast external world which recks
so little of the happiness, of the marriages or deaths of individuals.
she that he was, even then, grinding sword-points and sharpening arrows out in the good greenwood, while whistling blithely or chatting merrily with the good Friar Tuck.
But of these things he recked
very little, for every step now brought him nearer to the end of his journey.
he of thorns and briers that scratched his flesh and tore his clothing, for all he thought of was to get, by the shortest way, to the greenwood glade whence he knew the sound of the bugle horn came.
not how Fate deals with me But my unhappy children--for my sons Be not concerned, O Creon, they are men, And for themselves, where'er they be, can fend.
"But though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim; Though space and law the stag we lend Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend; Whoever recked
, where, how, or when The prowling fox was trapped or slain?"--Lady of the Lake
Now no more My doors were thronged; few were the cavaliers That lingered by my side; so I became A trader's wife, the chattel of a slave Whose lord was gold, who, parting, little recked
Of separation and the unhonoured bride.
What is well done I feel as if I did; what is ill done I reck
They never raised a hand, When I their sire was thrust from hearth and home, When I was banned and banished, what recked
the Collegians who were laughing in their rooms over his late address in the Lodge, what a serious picture they had in their obscure gallery of the Marshalsea that Sunday night.