Have they not wiled from me the fickle heart Of perjured BANDOLINA!
"Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 93, September 24, 1887" by Various
Many a man had approached that green table with a stainless name and left it a perjured thief.
"The Clansman" by Thomas Dixon
I hear they have been bribed by the promise of their liberty to perjure themselves.
"The Apologia and Florida of Apuleius of Madaura" by Lucius Apuleius
Bunny and all his friends, under the coaching of a local lawyer, had proved themselves expert perjurers.
"Uncle Sam's Boys as Lieutenants" by H. Irving Hancock
Not to believe Him is to make Him both a liar and a perjurer.
"George Muller of Bristol" by Arthur T. Pierson
It was my way of perjuring his judgment, in return for his unwitting approval of my reviews.
"The Jessica Letters: An Editor's Romance" by Paul Elmer More
An expert perjurer, it seems.
"Mother Earth, Vol. 1 No. 1, March 1906" by Various
I will not perjure myself at his bidding; but being with him, I will kneel to him unbidden.
"Privy Seal" by Ford Madox Ford
What justice canst thou demand, perjured one of Hades?
"Saronia" by Richard Short
He is a perjurer, they say.
"Jewish Fairy Tales and Legends" by Gertrude Landa
"Sure, waken'd there, remorse shall rise,
And bid his perjur'd bosom shed,
That tender tear, my heart denies,
Cold, icy cold, congeal'd, and dead."
"Bertram And Anna" by Thomas Gent
"The aisle ! the aisle of the eastern tower
Your feet must ever shun !
For dark and dread is the haunt of the dead,
The haunt of the Perjur'd Nun !"
"The Perjured Nun" by Anne Bannerman
And I dreamed not that one with features so fair,
And a form which truly the angels envy,
Could weave so well the treacherous snare
Of vice, and pride, and perjured frenzy.
"To A Jilt" by Samuel Alfred Beadle
Let perjured fair Amynta know
What for her sake I undergo;
Tell her, for her how I sustain
A lingering fever's wasting pain;
Tell her the torments I endure,
Which only, only she can cure.
"Songs Set To Music: 5. Set" by Matthew Prior
But whither has my wand'ring fancy stray'd!
'Mongst perjur'd swains and damsels and all forlorn,
Where sighs, that breathe for kindness ill repaid,
And broken vows on every gale are borne?
"To The Author's Brother. On the choice of a Wife in the Year 1789" by Maria Logan
He cannot think it in his heart of hearts;
He cannot wear this falsehood in his soul,
Or deem me perjur'd; no delusive arts
Can make him blot my name from honour's scroll:
The sun will shine forth when the cloud departs.
"Beatrice Di Tenda" by Walter Richard Cassels