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
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
A dedication and ribbon cutting for the newly completed Phyllis and Richard Leet Center for Children and Families on Saturday.
Dick and Phyllis Leet met back in the '40's at a chemistry lab at Northwest Missouri State.
Elaine Leet, a teacher at Mariam Boyd School in Warren County, North Carolina.
From Letter from Leete's Island.
Pictured are (from left) the Honorable John B Leete, the senior judge of Potter County.