1
May you enjoy good hunting of your own, Sir Knight, lady huntress.
2
Or else a huntress riding on a black river in the moon.
3
The lanky prey dangles beneath the huntress, all limp, lifeless and paralysed.
4
This is Diane, who will be a mighty huntress in her day.
5
She has the excellent eyesight of the tiny huntress she evolved from.
6
And, most noted of all, there came the Arcadian huntress maid, Atalanta.
7
There was a little silver moon-Diana'smoon, the crescent of the huntress.
8
Functional she was, making baskets, plowing, an expert huntress with the bolas.
9
A thousand kisses, Diane... No; you have ceased to be the huntress.
10
The hunted had knelt before the huntress to take his own life.
11
She lays her clutch, the many eggs of a very successful huntress.
12
But, by that time, the huntress is surfeited: she wants so little!
13
The huntress is there on the instant to operate on the evicted animal.
14
As I told you, she has the spirit of the huntress.
15
The huntress goes round the Spider's dwelling and reappears at the other door.
16
I looked again at the scene painted on the box, Diana the huntress.
