Nor was there anything necessarily braggart in this attitude of theirs.
"Change in the Village" by (AKA George Bourne) George Sturt
Now I know you for the man you are, braggart and liar!
"The Arrow-Maker" by Mary Austin
I met a braggart the other night, but I dare say he was one of the Syndercomb gang.
"The Buccaneer" by Mrs. S. C. Hall
He knew that Jasper was something of a braggart and a bully.
"The Tale of Jolly Robin" by Arthur Scott Bailey
If thou beat this braggart, Hubert, I will fill the bugle with silver pennies for thee.
"The Speaker, No. 5: Volume II, Issue 1" by Various
I knew they were but the idle boastings of a braggart.
"Connie Morgan in the Fur Country" by James B. Hendryx
A pack of braggarts over a little skirmish.
"A Little Girl in Old Philadelphia" by Amanda Minnie Douglas
Nat was a great bully and braggart, and many of them had suffered insult at his hands.
"Robin Hood" by Paul Creswick
The new corn-stacks were big and golden as they went by, an army of white geese marched aside in braggart protest.
"The Rainbow" by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
The Narragansets were great braggarts.
"King Philip" by John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot) Abbott
"Curse on that knave," hissed Earlshall,
And darker grew his frown,
"What, will that braggart fear us all?
Press on and cut him down."
"Cameron's Stone" by Alexander Anderson
“A braggart’s threat, for a brave man’s scorning!”
And Hugo laughed at his rival’s ire,
But couriers twain, on the bridal morning,
To his castle gate came with tidings dire.
"Sir Hugo's Choice" by James Jeffrey Roche
Of braggart speech that spurns at check or rule,
Like "idiot's tale of sound and fury full;"
You feed on lies that fail you at your need,
Nor heaven nor earth will bid your cause God-speed.
"Civil War In America--Expostulation" by Janet Hamilton
Fly, braggart Russ, for British steel
Has wrought a spell to make you feel
And fear the freeman's arm.
To make your serf-born courage wince;
Fly, bear along your baffled prince,
And shield him well from harm.
"Battle of The Alma" by Janet Hamilton
No! I'll not back cried Wat Tyler, until I rescue Violet Evesham,
Therefore liar, and devil, defend thyself if you can;
Ay replied Grif, that I will thou braggart loon,
And with my sword you silly boy prepare to meet thy doom.
"Grif, of the Bloody Hand" by William Topaz McGonagall
"And don't you repent it?" exclaimed a young soldier, present.
"Repent what?" cried the braggart; "No! I feel quite content."
"Then, villain!" cried the youth, unsheathing his sword,
"That woman was my mother, so not another word!
"The Nithsdale Widow and Her Son" by William Topaz McGonagall