Definitions

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. In archery, a bow for use in war.

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Examples

  • In his right hand he held the war-bow and in his left the ankh, for life and death were his to dispense.

    The Seventh Scroll

  • No one here seems to know the composition of this electrum wire that binds the stock of the war-bow that this man is making for me. '

    River God

  • Ailnoth had passed by in the evening like a black arrow from a war-bow, so blind, so deaf that he had neither seen Brother Cadfael nor heard his greeting, called clearly into a brazen frost that rang like bells.

    The Raven In The Foregate

  • Artemis is here — gold-armored goddess of the hunt, her war-bow in her hand, ready and eager to spill gallons of human blood as the first step toward avenging the injury to her beloved brother, Apollo.

    Ilium

  • He took up his mighty war-bow and the full quiver of heavy arrows -- full-feathered and pointed with savagely barbed, tearing heads of forged steel -- and slipped into their sheaths the long and heavy razor-sharp sword and the double-edged dirk, which he had made and ground long since for he knew not what emergency, and whose bell-shaped hilts of steel further protected his hands and wrists.

    Spacehounds of IPC

  • Each drew his string from its waterproof case and bent the huge arc of his war-bow as he fitted it into the nocks.

    Sir Nigel

  • He had sprung from his horse, and with a downward wrench of his arm and a push with his knee he slipped the string into the upper nock of his mighty war-bow.

    Sir Nigel

  • I can shoot three hundred and fifty paces with my little popper there, and four hundred and twenty with the great war-bow; yet I can make nothing of this, nor read my own name if you were to set 'Sam Aylward' up against me.

    The White Company

  • "Stop him, or we are undone!" cried Du Guesclin, and had started to run, when Aylward's great war-bow twanged like a harp-string, and the man fell forward upon his face, with twitching limbs and clutching fingers.

    The White Company

  • I can shoot three hundred and fifty paces with my little popper there, and four hundred and twenty with the great war-bow; yet I can make nothing of this, nor read my own name if you were to set ` Sam Aylward 'up against me.

    The White Company

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