ROBIN HOOD (The young people of England and America are fond of the Robin Hood stories. Their appreciation of Robin Hood and "all the Sherwood clan" has found fitting expression in this beautiful tribute by John Keats. This English poet, full of eternal youth, makes us regret the passing of Robin Hood and his merry companions of the good greenwood.) O! those days are gone away, No! And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried all No, the bugle sounds no more, On the fairest time of June Some old hunting ditty, while Gone, the merry morris° din; She would weep, and he would craze: So it is yet let us sing, Honor to the woods unshorn! Honor to Maid Marian, And to all the Sherwood clan! Though their days have hurried by Let us two a burden° try. -John Keats Words: pall-covering for the dead; wight-a simple fellow; polar ray-the north star; pasture Trent-a field near the Trent River in northwestern England; morris-a rough dance; grenè shawe-grove of green trees; tight-strong; burden-song. Questions: What are Winter's shears? Explain the ivory shrill. Note how the poet through a series of pictures brings the old days clearly before us. What word is repeated several times in the fourth stanza? What is the purpose of repeating it? What word in the last stanza receives great emphasis? If this poem were made into a song, what lines might well be the chorus or burden? UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE INDER the greenwood tree UNDE Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. -William Shakespeare DAFFODILS (This beautiful poem was written by William Wordsworth, the greatest lover of nature among the poets. Wordsworth was born in England in 1770. Two of his best-known poems are Lucy Gray and We Are Seven. Wordsworth was usually very serious in his poems.) I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Continuous as the stars that shine The waves beside them danced, but they In such a jocund° company; I gazed and gazed, but little thought For oft, when on my couch I lie And then my heart with pleasure fills, -William Wordsworth Words: jocund-merry; pensive-thoughtful, saddened. |