{"id":768,"date":"2010-12-16T02:37:06","date_gmt":"2010-12-16T02:37:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=768"},"modified":"2017-07-11T05:46:30","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T05:46:30","slug":"the-death-of-robin-hood-by-eugene-field","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-death-of-robin-hood-by-eugene-field\/","title":{"rendered":"The Death of Robin Hood by Eugene Field"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/field.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-769 lazyload\" title=\"field\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/field.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"269\" height=\"286\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 269px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 269\/286;\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Death of Robin Hood<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>?by Eugene Field<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Give me my bow,&#8221; said Robin Hood,<br \/>\n&#8220;An arrow give to me;<br \/>\nAnd where &#8216;t is shot mark thou that spot,<br \/>\nFor there my grave shall be.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Then Little John did make no sign,<br \/>\nAnd not a word he spake;<br \/>\nBut he smiled, altho&#8217; with mickle woe<br \/>\nHis heart was like to break.<\/p>\n<p>He raised his master in his arms,<br \/>\nAnd set him on his knee;<br \/>\nAnd Robin&#8217;s eyes beheld the skies,<br \/>\nThe shaws, the greenwood tree.<\/p>\n<p>The brook was babbling as of old,<br \/>\nThe birds sang full and clear,<br \/>\nAnd the wild-flowers gay like a carpet lay<br \/>\nIn the path of the timid deer.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;O Little John,&#8221; said Robin Hood,<br \/>\n&#8220;Meseemeth now to be<br \/>\nStanding with you so stanch and true<br \/>\nUnder the greenwood tree.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;And all around I hear the sound<br \/>\nOf Sherwood long ago,<br \/>\nAnd my merry men come back again,?<br \/>\nYou know, sweet friend, you know!<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Now mark this arrow; where it falls,<br \/>\nWhen I am dead dig deep,<br \/>\nAnd bury me there in the greenwood where<br \/>\nI would forever sleep.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He twanged his bow. Upon its course<br \/>\nThe clothyard arrow sped,<br \/>\nAnd when it fell in yonder dell,<br \/>\nBrave Robin Hood was dead.<\/p>\n<p>The sheriff sleeps in a marble vault,<br \/>\nThe king in a shroud of gold;<br \/>\nAnd upon the air with a chanted pray&#8217;r<br \/>\nMingles the mock of mould.<\/p>\n<p>But the deer draw to the shady pool,<br \/>\nThe birds sing blithe and free,<br \/>\nAnd the wild-flow&#8217;rs bloom o&#8217;er a hidden tomb<br \/>\nUnder the greenwood tree.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Death of Robin Hood ?by Eugene Field &#8220;Give me my bow,&#8221; said Robin Hood, &#8220;An arrow give to me; And where &#8216;t is shot mark thou that spot, For there my grave shall be.&#8221; Then Little John did make no sign, And not a word he spake; But he smiled, altho&#8217; with mickle woe&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,427],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-768","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s","category-poems-for-kids"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/768","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=768"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/768\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=768"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=768"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=768"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}