See ye, friend Hagen, Iring striding yonder, who vowed to match you with his sword alone?
Whatever Iring ventured, they would all fain give him aid.
On his knees Iring begged both kinsmen and vassals to let him match the knight alone.
The blows that Gunther and Iring dealt each other drew no blood from wounds.
Meanwhile Iring of Denmark stood in the breeze; he cooled his harness and doffed his casque.
Little booted Iring then his strength; through the shields they smote, so that the flames rose high in fiery blasts.
Iring now left Hagen stand unharmed, and hied him to the fiddler.
XXVII Yet safe and sound Sir Iring came to his friends again.
X Hawart was there of Denmark (a champion bold was he), And the nimble Iring from falsehood ever free, And Irnfried of Thueringia, a stern and stately knight.
VI "See you now, friend Hagan, how comes Sir Iring nigh?
XXVI Above his head boldIring held up his buckler strong; Had that same scanty staircase been full trice as long, No time had Hagan left him to strike a single stroke.
XXXI Iring the Knight of Denmark there stood against the breeze, Cooling him in his mailcoat, with helm unlaced for ease.
XIX Down he dropp'd before him grovelling in the gore; Sure then ween'd each beholder that he never more Blow would give or parry on a battle-day; Yet Iring all unwounded before his foeman lay.
XXXIX Anon the queen came thither; she o'er the dying bent, Bewailing dauntless Iring with ghastly dreariment, And for his wounds sore weeping, and mourning for his sake.
My strength is undiminish'd, my wrath is now begun; You'll feel how little mischief to me has Iring done.
XLII His lively hue was faded; the stamp of death he bore; For the redoubted Iring his comrades sorrow'd sore.
When Sir Iring felt the wound, he raised his shield higher to guard his head, for he perceived that he was sore hurt.
Iring of Denmark stood against the wind, and cooled him in his harness, with his helmet unlaced; and all the folk praised his hardihood, that the Margrave's heart was uplifted.
Hagen was strong beyond measure, yet Iring smote him, that all the house rang.
Then Iro was convinced that a S'iring had tried to lure him into the forest.
The S'iring The S'iring [120] is the ugly man that has long nails and curly hair.
There was once a boy who went without a companion into the forest, and he met a man who looked just like his own father, but it was a S'iring; and the S'iring made him believe that he was his father.
Then the S'iring took him up, and carried him to the shrine where the mother was praying; but she could not see the S'iring nor her boy.
How Iro Met the S'iring Not long ago, a young man named Iro went out, about two o'clock in the afternoon, to get some tobacco from one of the neighbors.
When you lose your things, you may be sure that the S'iring has hidden them.
And the boy, not doubting that he heard his father's voice, followed the S'iring into the deep forest.
When you talk in a loud voice, the S'iring will answer you in a faint voice, because he wants to get you and carry you away.
The S'iring said to the boy, "Come, you must go with me.
The way the smoke goes points out where your things are hidden, because the S'iring is afraid of the wax of bees.
The above list will hopefully give you a few useful examples demonstrating the appropriate usage of "iring" in a variety of sentences. We hope that you will now be able to make sentences using this word.
