poniard

Throughout, the filtering of bygone times through impish anachronism — complete with droll references that might do an AP History exam proud — gives “Six” the sheen of a polished poniard.

From Washington Post ● Jul. 15, 2022

General George S. Patton Jr. rapped the map with his leather riding crop, which sheathes a glistening poniard.

From Time Magazine Archive

In addition, she has a quick little poniard of deft humor, a keen sense of values.

From Time Magazine Archive

But what happens when a catastrophe overwhelms the cartoonist's ability to poniard a convenient victim on pen point?

From Time Magazine Archive

With a touch of his poniard he cut the flowers, and handed them to me, breaking one as he did and fastening it into the flap of his pourpoint.

From The Heart of Denise and Other Tales by S. (Sidney) Levett-Yeats

"Thou dost not grasp all the allusions, the back-handed slaps, the hidden poniards; perhaps not," the author acknowledged.

From Children of the Ghetto A Study of a Peculiar People by Israel Zangwill

At the end of this room opened another smaller room, hung with cloth of gold, in which were 300 men of the king's guard armed with poniards.

From Celebrated Travels and Travellers Part I. The Exploration of the World by Dora Leigh

"I must confess," he said, "my ignorance of the differences among these penetrating weapons, whether dirks, daggers, stilettos, poniards, or bowie-knives."

From The Ape, the Idiot & Other People by W. C. Morrow

"And the poniards found at the Bocca di Magra?"

From The Fortunes Of Glencore by Charles James Lever

"Confess that it is a spicy incident to find, in the house one of us Mountainists a deposit of royalist poniards!"

From The Sword of Honor, volumes 1 & 2 or The Foundation of the French Republic, A Tale of The French Revolution by Eug?ne Sue

Others, indeed, told the story in a different fashion, declaring that it was a della Rebbia who had been seduced, and a Barricini who had been poniarded.

From Colomba by Lady Mary Sophia (Hely-Hutchinson) Loyd

One lift of the steady eyelid, one quiet glint of that terrible cold gray eye, that poniarded her every tissue of complexity, inconsistency, and coquetry, had been enough.

From A Deal in Wheat and Other Stories of the New and Old West by Frank Norris