| 1892 - 626 pages
...Eobin Hood which are published in ' The ' Garden of Florence,' 1821, that Keats wrote the lines : — ' Gone, the merry morris din ; Gone, the song of Gamelyn ; Gone, the tough belted outlaw Idling in the " grene shawe." All are gone away and past ! ' To him also Keats... | |
| Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - English literature - 1820 - 636 pages
...ray to right you ; But you never may bebold Little John, or Rohin bold ; Never one, of all the clan, Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunting ditty,...Gamelyn ; Gone, the tough-belted outlaw Idling in the " grenc aha we ; " AH are gone away and past ! And if Rohin should be cast Sudden from his turfed grave,... | |
| English literature - 1820 - 606 pages
...another of the minor poems. It is entitled " Robin Hood," whose days, the poet says, " are gone away." Gone, the merry morris din ; Gone, the song of Gamelyn...All are gone away and past ! And if Robin should be cost Sudden from his turfed grave, And if Marian should have Once again her forest days, She would... | |
| John Keats - 1926 - 738 pages
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| John Keats - 1926 - 730 pages
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| American poetry - 1838 - 332 pages
...Little John, or Robin bold ; Never one, of all the clan, Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunung ditty, while He doth his green way beguile To fair...Gone, the tough-belted outlaw Idling in the " grene shaw . All are gone away and past. And if Robin should be cast Sudden from his turfed grave, \m\ if... | |
| Manchester grammar sch - 1840 - 210 pages
...hoars are old and gray ; Gone, the merry morn's din ; Gone, the song of Gamelyn ; Gone, tough belted outlaw Idling in the " grene shawe," — All are gone away and past ! IF I could give my readers any adequate picture of the beauties, the grandeur of this majestic relic... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1840 - 554 pages
...my to right you ; But you never may behold Little John, or Robin bold ; Never one, of all the clan. Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunting ditty, while He doth his green way beguil To fair hostess Merriment, Down beside the pasture Trent ; For he left the merry tale Messenger... | |
| Frederick William Faber - Cathedrals - 1842 - 672 pages
...ray to right you ; But you never may behold Little John, or Robin bold; Never one, of all the clan, Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunting ditty,...he left the merry tale, Messenger for spicy ale." If the twenty-fourth century should submit us to the same freezing analysis, and congeal us into the... | |
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