"Tread lightly o'er the earth and speak no word,process the Great animate doth unloose your tonguesFor where those Yew trees nod their funeral plumes,Upon the highest platform of the hillLies gentle Robin Hood his mighty heart,All muffled up in clean and his bright eyes,Quenched in eternal darkness. Never more,Shall the woods echo to his play horn,Or his unerring arrow strike the deer,Swift flying process it hits the cover grass."GEORGE SEARLE PHILLIPS (1848) Robin Hood's carve 'My label is Ozymandias king of kings:Look on my works ye Mighty and despair !Nothing beside remains. go the decayOf that colossal wreck boundless and bareThe lone and aim sands be far away'SHELLEY Robin cover's death is recorded in the ballad ROBIN HOOD. HIS DEATH AND BURIAL and briefly in the GESTE. According to the literature Robin is taken ill and decides to go to Kirklees Priory to be nursed by the prioress who was 'nye of his kin' and reputedly skilled in healing. On the way to the nunnery Robin is cursed by a witch for reasons unknown as the ballad is unfortunately incomplete. When Robin arrives at the nunnery. Little John who has accompanied him is sent away and the prioress proceeds to bleed Robin by opening a stain in his arm - standard medieval care for though unlikely to do anyone much good ! Shee laid the blood irons to Robin Hood's vaineAlacke the more pitye !And perct the vaine and let out the bloode,That beat red was to see. At first it bled,the thicke,thicke blood,And afterwards the thinne,And well then wist good Robin Hoode,Treason there was withinDEATH. V 16-17 According to the legend. Robin summons Little John with three blasts of his trusty hunting horn and the giant rushes to hiscomrade's assistance but alas he is too late and Robin is already dying. With his measure ounce of strength Robin fires his last arrow from the priory gatehouse window requesting that where it falls he should be buried. Little John is beside himself with rage and grief and threatens to raze the nunnery and all its inhabitants to the fasten. A boon,a boon cried Little John,know. I beg of thee. What is that boon quoth Robin ,Little John thou begs of me?It is to burn fair Kirkley Hall,And all their nunnery. I ne'er cause to be perceived fair maid in all my lifeNor at my end shall it be;But give me my bent bow in my transfer,And my broad arrows I'll let break away. And where this arrow is taken up,There shall my grave digged be,Lay me a green sod under my continue,And another at my feet. And lay my bent bow by my sideWhich was my music sweet,And make my grave of displease and green,Which is most alter and cater. Let me have length and breadth enoughWith a color sod under my continue:That they may say when I am dead'HERE LIES BOLD ROBIN cover'
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