24 Metaphors for robin

As for mine host, he knew how to keep a still tongue in his head, and to swallow his words before they passed his teeth, for he knew very well which side of his bread was spread with butter, for Robin and his band were the best of customers and paid their scores without having them chalked up behind the door.

When Robin was a youth of eighteen, stout of sinew and bold of heart, the Sheriff of Nottingham proclaimed a shooting match and offered a prize of a butt of ale to whosoever should shoot the best shaft in Nottinghamshire.

"With the result that Robin, not hampered by convention as are the rest of us, lies in wait on forbidden ground for a glimpse of his divinity.

But Robin Hood and Allan a Dale did not come again to Sherwood so quickly, for thus it was: Robin, through his great fame as an archer, became a favorite with the King, so that he speedily rose in rank to be the chief of all the yeomen.

Robin was his own peculiar property, and in this respect he permitted interference from none.

"There's some folks as thinks young Robin is the plague of the neighbourhood, but there ain't no harm in the lad if he's let alone.

quoth Robin to himself, "here is merry sport afoot.

If you remember, Robin is your love Sir Thomas Mantle yondernot Sir John.

"Because Robin and I are friends," she explained simply.

Thy Robin is an outlaw, Marian; His goods and land must be extended on, Himself exil'd from thee, thou kept from him By the long distance of unnumbered miles.

For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.

That fellow Robin is a millstone round his neck.

A ROBIN IS SINGI NG NEARME BECAUSE HE H AS THREE EGGS WHICH FI L FOUND YESTERDAY.

ROBIN AND RICHARD Robin and Richard were two pretty men, They lay in bed till the clock struck ten; Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky, "Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high!

The Robin is the Philomel of our spring and summer mornings in New England, and in all the country north and west of these States.

That robin is a member of our patrolhe's an honorary member.

"Robin, my dear, what's the matter?"

But, lo! upon its clay-cold breast, The Arctic Robin rais'd its nest, And rear'd its little fluttering young, Where Death in awful quiet slept, And fearless chirp'd, and gaily sung Around the babe its parents wept.

Ely, thou wert the foe to Huntington: Robin, thou knew'st, was my adopted son.

Granam, give me but two crowns of red gold, and I'll give you twopence of white silver, if Robin the devil be not a water-witch.

But the American Robin, (Turdus migratorius,) though surnamed Redbreast, is a bird of different species and different habits.

She's not the queen; sweet Robin, it is I. ROB.

I cannot recollect the time when I did not as entirely deem Peregrine a changeling elf as that Robin was my own brother.

They raised a great shout when they saw him, such as the hunter gives when the deer breaks cover, but Robin was then a quarter of a mile and more away from them, coursing over the ground like a greyhound.

24 Metaphors for  robin