A bundle of sticks, twigs, or small branches of trees, used for fuel, for raising batteries, filling ditches, or other purposes in fortification; a fascine.
‘No! or we should be sitting in flaming fagots, I suppose,’
Emily Brontë. Wuthering Heights (1847)
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the conversation crackled merrily, like a burning faggot-stack.
Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina
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“Do you sit in the ashes and have to fetch water and faggots?”
“What’s faggots?” Aron asked.
John Steinbeck. East of Eden, p.344 (1952)
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"I am Evil Forest, I am Dry-meat-that-fills-the-mouth, I am Fire-that-burns-without-faggots. If your in-law brings wine to you, let your sister go with him."
Chinua Achebe. Things Fall Apart, p.93 (1958)
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What fool hath added water to the sea,
Or brought a fagot to bright-burning Troy?
William Shakespeare. The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus (1588)