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Sonnet I On Robin Hood

Robin the outlaw!

Is there not a

Of freedom in the name? -- It tells the story Of clenched oaks, with branches bow'd and hoary,

Leaning in aged beauty o'er the grass;--Of dazed smile on cheek of border

Listening 'gainst some old gate at his strange glory:

And of the dappled stag, struck down and gory,

Lying with nostril wide in green morass.

It tells a tale of forest days -- of

That would have been most precious unto thee:

Days of undying pastoral liberty:--Sweeter than music old of abbey chimes--Sweet as the virtue of Shakespearian rhymes--Days, shadowy with the magic green-wood tree!

Sonnet I. of 3, printed in "The Garden Of Florence" &c., 1821.

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John Hamilton Reynolds

John Hamilton Reynolds (1794–1852) was an English poet, satirist, critic, and playwright. He was a close friend and correspondent of poet John K…

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