Now here is a Campbell foully murdered, and that in the King's service.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 11 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Fairfax foully murdered, Clifford, her cousin, on his way to pay the penalty of the deed.
"Peggy Owen and Liberty" by Lucy Foster Madison
Then where will be your evidence against this most foully wronged lady?
"'Laramie;'" by Charles King
It hath come to mine ears that he was foully done by.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 8 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Was ever woman so foully, so cruelly wronged?
"A Mad Love" by Bertha M. Clay
And no man living can say that I struck him foully.
"Historic Tales, Vol. XIII (of 15)" by Charles Morris
It was a foul deed, foully done.
"Border Raids and Reivers" by Robert Borland
And you say that he talks foully about the sahibs?
"Barclay of the Guides" by Herbert Strang
Besides, I had once played with the Dean at golf upon Leith Links, and he had beaten me foully.
"The Men of the Moss-Hags" by S. R. Crockett
Whatever it be, I cannot suffer him to be foully dealt with.
"Historic Tales, Vol 14 (of 15)" by Charles Morris
My country! Oh my country!
What is to thee the gain?
Wilt nourish trees of liberty
In blood so foully slain?
"Death Of D'Arcy McGee" by Nora Pembroke
She gave it to her lady's hand;
"And oh! forgive," she said,
"If I am wrong—alas! I fear
Thou foully art betrayed."
"A Ballad" by Janet Hamilton
"By the Baron's brand, near Tweed's fair strand,
Most foully slain, I fell;
And my restless sprite on the beacon's height,
For a space is doom'd to dwell.
"The Eve of St. John" by Sir Walter Scott
Saint Peter was, unto a cross, made fast,
Saint Bart'lomew was foully flay'd alive,
Saint John was to a boiling caldron cast,
Ere they to God were suffer'd to arrive.
"A Letter From Sir Lewis Mansel Of Margam, In Glamorganshire, As 'Tis Suppos'd, To The Vicar Prichard" by Rees Prichard
O earth, earth, earth! was thy maternal breast
E'er so outraged, so foully stained, so reft of peace and rest?
The children of one home, the brothers of one race,
Who flash their fratricidal swords before the mother's face.
"To Mother Earth" by Janet Hamilton
Yes, the black-hearted traitor opened the gates of Khartoum,
And through that the Christian hero has met his doom,
For when the gates were opened the Arabs rushed madly in,
And foully murdered him while they laughingly did grin.
"General Gordon, the Hero of Khartoum" by William Topaz McGonagall