George Eliot,
Middlemarch
(1872)
“ but still—it could not be fairly called wooing a woman to tell her that he would never woo her. It must be admitted to be a ghostly kind of wooing. ”
George Eliot,
Middlemarch
(1872)
“ but still—it could not be fairly called wooing a woman to tell her that he would never woo her. It must be admitted to be a ghostly kind of wooing. ”
William Shakespeare,
The Merry Wives of Windsor
“ Now, Sir John, here is the heart of my purpose: you are a gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great admittance, authentic in your place and person, generally allowed for your many warlike, courtlike, and learned preparations. FALSTAFF. O, sir! FORD. Believe it, for you know it. There is money. Spend it, spend it; spend more; spend all I have; only give me so much of your time in exchange of it as to lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford’s wife. Use your art of wooing, win her to consent to you. If any man may, you may as soon as any. ”
Gilbert Parker,
The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Complete
“ G. P. “Dost thou spread the sail, throw the spear, swing the axe, lay thy hand upon the plough, attend the furnace door, shepherd the sheep upon the hills, gather corn from the field, or smite the rock in the quarry? Yet, whatever thy task, thou art even as one who twists the thread and throws the shuttle, weaving the web of Life. Ye are all weavers, and Allah the Merciful, does He not watch beside the loom?” ”
William Morris,
The House of the Wolfings — CHAPTER V
(1889)
“ O rest not yet, ye Wolfings, lest void be your resting-place, And into lands that ye know not the Wolf must turn his face, And ye wander and ye wander till the land in the ocean cease, And your battle bring no safety and your labour no increase. ”
“ When being made into a weapon, when being forged into a sword. A wolf was running o'er a swamp, a bear was hurrying o'er a sandy heath. The swamp rose under the wolf's feet — the sandy heath under the bear's paws, Iron bars, balls of steel grew up On the tracks of the wolf, on the dints of the bear's heel. ”
The English and Scottish popular ballads…
“ Arrived there, he gives her the choice of tree, sword, or water. She chooses the sword, bids him spare his coat, for a pure maid's blood goes far, and before his coat is half off his head lies behind him. The head cries, Behind the bush is a pot of grease; smear my neck with it. She will not smear from a murderer's pot, nor blow in a murderer's horn. She mounts his horse, and rides far and long. ”
William Morris,
The House of the Wolfings — CHAPTER XII
(1889)
“ Then leaped every man to his feet, all bow-strings twanged and the cast-spears flew; no man forebore to shout; each as he might leapt out of the thicket and fell on with sword and axe and spear, for it was from the bowmen but one shaft and no more. ”
Friedrich Schiller,
The Poems of Schiller — Suppressed poems
“ Bow and arrow bearing, Over hills and streams Moves the hunter daring, Soon as daylight gleams. As all flying creatures Own the eagle's sway, So the hunter, Nature's Mounts and crags obey. Over space he reigneth, And he makes his prize All his bolt attaineth, All that creeps or flies. ”
Albert Lee, The call of the night rider (1916)
“ We searched everywhere, in places likely and unlikely, once in the lair of a bear who made her onslaught on us, and had to be dealt with by cold steel, and once again I sent them down an alley in the forest where a couple of wolves leapt out, and there were snarls and snaps, and then unearthly yells, as the wild creatures fell before the deadly sword thrusts. ”
Mary Hazelton Blanchard Wade, Our Little Porto Rican Cousin
“ And now, in the midst of shouts and yells, the first battle begins. It means death to one or both of the birds. The two cocks enter into the fight as though they delight in it. See the feathers fly from their heads and sides! ”
“ Two stock-doves fighting.—This is very interesting and peculiar. They fight with continual blows of the wings, these being used both as sword—or, rather, partisan—and shield. The peculiarity, however, is this, that every now and again there is a pause in the combat, when both birds make the low bow, with tail raised in air, as in courting. ”
Saxton T. Pope, Hunting with the Bow & Arrow
“ May the gods grant us all space to carry a sturdy bow and wander through the forest glades to seek the bounding deer; to lie in the deep meadow grasses; to watch the flight of birds; to smell the fragrance of burning leaves; to cast an upward glance at the unobserved beauty of the moon. May they give us strength to draw the string to the cheek, the arrow to the barb and loose the flying shaft, so long as life may last. ”
George Francis White, Views in India, chiefly among the Himalaya Mountains (1838)
“ The sighing of the wind through the trees, the call of a bird, or the murmuring of some far-off stream, alone breaks the solitary stillness, until, while absorbed in the sublime reveries which the scene is so well calculated to produce, we are suddenly startled by the crack of a rifle, fired by the most determined of the sportsmen at some wild animal, presenting itself in too tempting a situation to be resisted. ”
G. Christopher Davies, The Swan and Her Crew
“ The whistle of wings cleaving the air, or a cry of wild-fowl in the starlit silence of the night, would arouse them, and, with their heads peering over the top of the cask, they had their guns in readiness to salute the dark objects passing over with a shower of shot. ”
John Lord, Beacon Lights of History, Volume 14…
“ The noise of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of wheels, and prancing horses, and bounding chariots, the horsemen mounting, and the flashing sword, and the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. ”
Waheenee,
Waheenee: An Indian Girl's Story
(1921)
“ Your bow is like a bent basket hoop;Your arrows are fit only to shoot into the air;You poor boys, you must run on the prairie barefoot, because you have no moccasins! This song we sang to tease the boys who came to hunt birds in the near-by woods. Small boys went bird hunting nearly every day. The birds that a boy snared or shot he gave to his grandparents to roast in the lodge fire; for, with their well-worn teeth, old people could no longer chew our hard, dried buffalo meat. ”
Thomas Parnell, The Poetical Works of Thomas Parnell (1833)
“ The mouse fell thundering, and the target rung; Prone to the ground he sinks his closing eye, And soil'd in dust his lovely tresses lie. A spear at Pelion Troglodytes cast, The missive spear within the bosom past; Death's sable shades the fainting frog surround, And life's red tide runs ebbing from the wound. ”
Sir Hugh Charles Clifford, In Court and Kampong
“ Most birds fight more or less; from the little fierce quail, to the sucking doves which ignorant Europeans, before their illusions have been dispelled by a sojourn in the East, are accustomed to regard as the emblems of peace and purity; but no bird, or beast, or fish, or human being fights so well, or takes such pleasure in the fierce joy of battle, as does a plucky, lanky, ugly, hard-bit old fighting-cock. ”
Gouverneur Morris, The Pagan's Progress (1904)
“ No Man and She Wolf kept the secret of the bow safe in their cave, and in the early mornings She Wolf went forth to hunt armed with spear and club, while No Man sat in the sun, and scratched the story of his life upon a fine white bone. ”
Gouverneur Morris, The Pagan's Progress (1904)
“ Then he laid his arrows on the ground and began to twang the string of his bow. At the first twang, She Wolf woke twitching; at the second, she crawled to a place where she could see what was going on outside the cave and yet not be seen. [70] When she saw that it was only No Man, playing the fool, with a bent stick and a stretched skin, she was disgusted.No Man knew perfectly well that he was being watched, and so the next time he twanged the bow, he closed his eyes and rolled his head, as if pleasure unutterable possessed him. ”
E. E. Smith,
Gray Lensman
(1939)
“ For a moment man and monster stood poised, almost en tableau, then they crashed to the floor together—talons and fingers clawing, gouging at eyes; wings, feet, hard-gnarled hands, scimitared tail, balled fist, boots and teeth wreaking every ultimate possibility of damage. ”
A. D. Crake, Edwy the Fair or the First Chronicle of Aescendune
“ A huge grey wolf, wounded and bleeding, was about to rush for the second time upon a youth in hunting costume, whose broken spear, broken in the first encounter with the beast he had disturbed, seemed to deprive him of all chance of success in the desperate encounter evidently impending. ”
Charles A. Eastman,
Wigwam Evenings: Sioux Folk Tales Retold
“ When the sun rose, dancing for an instant upon the sharp edge of the sky, one after another all of the animals joined in the great war-cry, with bellowings and screechings of the larger beasts, the barking of Wolves, the hissing of Snakes, and the shrill cries of the feathered ones, of whom the Crane and the Loon were loudest. ”
Warwick Deeping,
Uther and Igraine — Book II: Chapter II
(1903)
“ He was quick as a hawk, supple and springy as a willow, keen and eager in his action as a born fighter should be. When you saw him move, the lean hard fibre of him seemed as tense and tough as the string of a five-foot bow. ”
Francis Hastings Charles Doyle, Once a Week (1863)
“ As God’s keen arrow from the bow of fate; Or like some thirsty dove, first of the flock, Towards water hidden in a hollow rock. A war-horse true, to front the clash of swords, He loves to hound the lion to his lair ”
Theodore Wood, The Animal World, A Book of Natural History
“ But after lying still for a moment they arch themselves into the form of a bow, resting only upon their heads and the very tips of their tails, and suddenly spring into the air, making an odd clicking noise as they do so. And as they fall they turn half round, and so alight upon their feet. ”
Folk-Lore and Legends: Scandinavian
“ The wolf used his utmost power to free himself, and, opening his mouth, tried to bite them. When the gods saw that they took a sword and thrust it into his mouth, so that it entered his under jaw right up to the hilt, and the point reached his palate. ”
Rudyard Kipling,
The Second Jungle Book — The Song of the Little Hunter
(1895)
“ Comes a breathing hard behind thee--snuffle-snuffle through the night-- It is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear! On thy knees and draw the bow; bid the shrilling arrow go; In the empty, mocking thicket plunge the spear ”
Mayne Reid,
The Wild Huntress: Love in the Wilderness
“ On come the whooping; savages, horrid to behold: their faces, arms, and bodies frightfully painted, each after his own device, and all as hideous as savage conception can suggest. The visages of bears, wolves, and other fierce animals, are depicted on their breasts and shields—with the still more horrid emblems of the death’s head, the cross-bones, and the red-hand. Even their horses are covered with similar devices—stained upon their skins in ochre, charcoal, and vermilion! The sight is too fearful to be fantastic. ”
H. G. Wells,
The First Men in the Moon
“ Steadily, inevitably came a brilliant line, came a thin edge of intolerable effulgence that took a circular shape, became a bow, became a blazing sceptre, and hurled a shaft of heat at us as though it was a spear.It seemed verily to stab my eyes! I cried aloud and turned about blinded, groping for my blanket beneath the bale. ”
Henry Van Dyke,
The Blue Flower
(1902)
“ Therefore the harvests have failed, and the wolf-hordes have ravaged the folds, and the strength has departed from the bow, and the wood of the spear has broken, and the wild boar has slain the huntsman. ”
M. T. H. Perelaer, Ran away from the Dutch (1887)
“ But to be reminded of the inevitable by every thrust of the lance, by each descent of the vultures upon his oozing life’s blood, formed a climax of anguish that must have wrung the heart of the sufferer. ”
H. Augustine Smith, The Army and Navy Hymnal (1920)
“ He that is a hireling, and not a shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, beholdeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth. And the wolf snatcheth them, and scattereth them: he fleeth because he is a hireling, and careth not for the sheep. ”
Saxton T. Pope, Hunting with the Bow & Arrow
“ We swam the streams together, hunted deer and small game, and at night sat under the stars by the camp fire, where in a simple way we talked of old heroes, the worlds above us, and his theories of the life to come in the land of plenty, where the bounding deer and the mighty bear met the hunter with his strong bow and swift arrows. ”
Waheenee,
Waheenee: An Indian Girl's Story
(1921)
“ On the front of my paddle blade, Son-of-a-Star had painted a part of his war record, hoof prints as of a pony, and moccasin tracks such as a man makes with his right foot. Hoof and footprints had each a wound mark, as of flowing blood. Son-of-a-Star had drawn these marks with his finger, dipped in warm buffalo fat and red ochre. ”
Abbie Farwell Brown,
In the Days of Giants: A Book of Norse Tales
“ Into the wolf's great mouth they thrust a sword crosswise, so that the hilt pierced his lower jaw while the point stuck through the upper one; and there in the heart of the world he lay howling and growling, but quite unable to move. ”
Richard Jefferies,
Hodge and His Masters
“ The distant crack of a whip, the solitary cry of a hound, a hollow shout, and similar sounds, come frequently, and now and then there is an irrepressible stir in the little group as they hear one of the many false alarms that always occur in drawing a great wood. ”
William Morris,
The House of the Wolfings — CHAPTER IV
(1889)
“ So now stood three of these wains aforesaid belated amidst of the habitations of the House, their yoke-beasts standing or lying down unharnessed as yet to them: but in the very midst of that place was a wain unlike to them; smaller than they but higher; square of shape as to the floor of it; built lighter than they, yet far stronger; as the warrior is stronger than the big carle and trencher-licker that loiters about the hall ”
James Harvey Kidd, Personal Recollections of a Cavalryman
“ On and on, for hours and hours, facing the biting storm, feeling the pelting rain, staring with straining eyes into the black night, striving to see when nothing was visible to the keenest vision, listening with pricked up ears for the sound of the well-shod hoofs which with rhythmical tread signaled the way. ”
Kazimierz Waliszewski,
Ivan the Terrible
(1904)
“ But the most favourite sport of all was a match between the bear and hounds, or other animals, or, above all, between the bear and a man. The man, armed with a spear, strove to strike his terrible adversary in the breast just when the creature stood up on its hind legs. ”
“ A thankful look he cast to heaven, and then His steed he spurred, in haste to lead such noble men. [Pg 34] Fastening the Buckle. STAND still, my steed, though the foe is near, And sharp the rattle of hoofs on the hill. And see! there’s the glitter of many a spear, And a wrathful shout that bodes us ill. Stand still! Our way is weary and long, And muscle and foot are put to the test. Buckle and girth must be tightened and strong; And rider and horse are far from rest. ”
John William Draper,
History of the Conflict Between Religion and Science…
(1874)
“ It coincides with the domestication of the dog, an epoch in hunting-life. It embraces thousands of centuries. The appearance of arrow-heads indicates the invention of the bow, and the rise of man from a defensive to an offensive mode of life. ”
Walter Scott,
The Lady of the Lake — Canto Third
(1810)
“ As stoops the hawk upon his prey,The hench-man shot him down the way.—What woeful accents load the gale?The funeral yell, the female wail!A gallant hunter's sport is o'er,A valiant warrior fights no more. ”
George L. Bennett, Key to Easy Latin Stories for beginners (1878)
“ When they fight with enemies they cast the ropes, at the end of which are nooses. Whatever the rope catches, whether it be a horse or a man, the horseman drags it to him, and being entangled in the noose it is slain. ”
Edward Sylvester Ellis, The Land of Mystery
“ Be that as it may, the native had only time to pick up his ponderous spear and face toward the wood, when the lion emerged from the broadening band of shadow, and, with a low, threatening growl, advanced upon him. ”
Edmund Clarence Stedman,
The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman
(1908)
“ Hand to hand, blow for blow, shot for shot, shout for shout, Till the earth seemed to boil with the heat of our toil. But in less than five minutes we felt them recoil, Heard their shrill rally sound, and, like hares from the hound, Each ran for himself: one and all fled the ground! ”
Anna May Wilson, The Days of Mohammed
“ High in air gleamed spear and lance; horses shrieked and reared, and tossed their long manes; dark, contorted visages and shining teeth shone out from clouds of dust; sashes floated on the air, and sabres flashed in the sunlight ”
James Mooney,
Myths of the Cherokee
“ At night, while lying upon the ground awaiting death, and unable to move, he heard a long howl in the distance, which was repeated nearer and nearer, until at last he heard the patter of feet in the sand, and a wolf came up and licked the festering wounds of the warrior with such soothing effect that he fell asleep. ”
