"So long as the new moon returns in heaven a bent, beautiful bow, so long will the fascination of archery keep hold in the hearts of men."
"When Spring is old, and dewy windsBlow from the south, with odors sweet,I see my love, in shadowy groves,Speed down dark aisles on shining feet."
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Source: Maurice Thompson (1928). “The witchery of archery”, p.8, Рипол Классик
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