Robin Hood: A Collection of Poems, Songs, and Ballads Relative to that Celebrated English Outlaw

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Joseph Ritson
G. Routledge and Sons, 1884 - Archers - 444 pages
 

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Page 6 - An hundred valiant men had this brave Robin Hood, Still ready at his call, that bowmen were right good ; All clad in Lincoln green, with caps of red and blue, His...
Page 422 - In somer, when the shawes be sheyne, And leves be large and long, Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here the foulys song: To se the dere draw to the dale, And leve the hilles hee, And shadow hem in the leves grene, Under the grene-wode tre. Hit befel on Whitsontide, Erly in a May mornyng, The Son up feyre can shyne, And the briddis mery can syng. "This is a mery mornyng...
Page 5 - They say, he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say, many young gentlemen flock to him every day ; and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Page 297 - I have no money," then quoth the young man, "No ready gold nor fee, But I will swear upon a book Thy true servant for to be." "How many miles is it to thy true love? Come tell me without guile." "By the faith of my body," then said the young man, "It is but five little mile.
Page 383 - Then he put on the old man's hat, It stood full high on the crown : " The first bold bargain that I come at, It shall make thee come down.
Page 297 - then quoth the young man, ' No ready gold nor fee, But I will swear upon a book Thy true servant for to be.' ' How many miles is it to thy true love ? Come tell me without guile :' ' By the faith of my body,' then said the your, j man,
Page 406 - Nor he could not get down. He then bethought him of his bugle-horn, Which hung low down to his knee ; He set his horn unto his mouth, And blew out weak blasts three. Then Little John, when hearing him, As he sat under the tree, ' I fear my master is near dead, He blows so wearily.
Page 385 - The first loud blast that he did blow He blew both loud and shrill ; A hundred and fifty of Robin Hood's men Came riding over the hill.
Page 174 - And he that wolde smyte of the knyghtes hede, And brynge it to me, He shall have the knyghtes londes, Syr Rycharde at the Le; I gyve it hym with my charter, And sele it with my honde, To have and holde for ever-more, In all mery Englonde.
Page 5 - How use doth breed a habit in a man ! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record

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