Give me a good stout bow and a fair broad arrow, and if I hit it not, strip me and beat me blue with bowstrings.
Then Robin took his good yew bow in his hand, and placing the tip at his instep, he strung it right deftly; then he nocked a broad clothyard arrow and, raising the bow, drew the gray goose feather to his ear; the next moment the bowstring rang and the arrow sped down the glade as a sparrowhawk skims in a northern wind.
At that moment the twenty thousand archers twanged their bowstrings
, and the arrows came whizzing, like so many winged mosquitoes, right into the face of Hercules.
My dear sister," said she, on the thousand-and-second night, (I quote the language of the "Isitsoornot" at this point, verbatim) "my dear sister," said she, "now that all this little difficulty about the bowstring
has blown over, and that this odious tax is so happily repealed, I feel that I have been guilty of great indiscretion in withholding from you and the king (who I am sorry to say, snores -- a thing no gentleman would do) the full conclusion of Sinbad the sailor.
For an instant he glanced along the polished shaft, drawing the bowstring
far back, that the arrow might pierce through the heart for which it was aimed.
The hawser was as taut as a bowstring
, and the current so strong she pulled upon her anchor.
Relaxing his bowstring
, he returned the arrow to the quiver and, throwing the bow about his shoulder, stepped closer to the pinioned beast.
They tried firing at the twang of Nalasu's bowstring
, but every time Nalasu fired he instantly changed position.
And, even then, when these had "had enough," they were always at liberty to put an end to themselves with a Punjab lasso or bowstring
, left for their use at the foot of an iron tree.
He laid the notch of the arrow on the oxhide bowstring
, and drew both notch and string to his breast till the arrow-head was near the bow; then when the bow was arched into a half-circle he let fly, and the bow twanged, and the string sang as the arrow flew gladly on over the heads of the throng.
Thereupon, the little dressmaker again dabbed out his eyes separately, and making a loop in the air of her thread and deftly catching it into a knot with her needle, seemed to bowstring
him into the bargain.
His dark eyes and swarthy skin and Paynim features suited the costume exactly: he looked the very model of an Eastern emir, an agent or a victim of the bowstring