"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

24 March 2013

Longbow.

The Joy is great of him who strays
In shady woods on summer days,
With eyes alert and muscles steady,
His long-bow strung, his arrows ready.

Cheerily blow the bugle horn
In the cool green woods of morn;
Loose the hounds and let them go,
Wax the cord and bend the bow.


Maurice Thompson, from The Witchery of Archery

Historian Mike Loades discusses the history and use of the longbow ...

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