A sonnet by Reynolds (a contemporary of Keats). In 1847, he actually sent it to Keats in a letter. Don't tell anyone, but I like Reynolds' poems about Robin Hood better than Keats'.
With coat of Lincoln-green, and mantle too,
And horn of ivory mouth, and buckle bright,
And horn of ivory mouth, and buckle bright,
And arrows winged with peacock feathers light,
And trusty bow well gathered of the yew,--
Stands Robin Hood: and near, with eyes of blue
Shining thro' dusk hair, like the stars of night,
And habited in pretty forest plight,--
His green-wood beauty sits, young as the dew.
Oh gentle tressed girl! Maid Marian!
Are thine eyes bent upon the gallant game
That stray in the merry Sherwood? thy sweet fame
Can never die.
And thou, high man,
Would we might pledge thee with thy silver can
Of Rhenish in the woods of Nottingham
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Oh, I so admire Maid Marian. I've enjoyed this poem, thank you for sharing. My sister actually lent me a book I had asked for that has Keats' poetry. I'm so glad you like poetry!
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