Deep in the restless fountain…pool The gelid water's upward flow;
My second flask was laid to cool:
Ye pleasant sights of leaf and flower: Ye pleasant sounds of
bird and bee: Ye sports of deer in sylvan bower: Ye feasts beneath
the greenwood tree: Ye baskings in the vernal sun: Ye slumbers in
the summer dell: Ye trophies that this arm has won: And must ye
hear your friar's farewell?
But the friar's farewell was not destined to be eternal。 He was
domiciled as the family confessor of the earl and countess of Huntingdon;
who led a discreet and courtly life; and kept up old hospitality in all its
munificence; till the death of King Richard and the usurpation of John; by
placing their enemy in power; compelled them to return to their
greenwood sovereignty; which; it is probable; they would have before
done from choice; if their love of sylvan liberty had not been counteracted
by their desire to retain the friendship of Coeur…de…Lion。 Their old and
tried adherents; the friar among the foremost; flocked again round their
forest…banner; and in merry Sherwood they long lived together; the lady
still retaining her former name of Maid Marian; though the appellation
was then as much a misnomer as that of Little John。
THE END。
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