"No pardon, no pardon," said the bishop, "No pardon I thee owe; Therefore make haste and come along with me, For before the king you shall go." Then Robin set his back against a tree, He put the little end to his mouth, And a loud blast did he blow, Till three score and ten of bold Robin's men All making obeisance to bold Robin Hood, 'Twas a comely sight for to see. "What is the matter, master?" said Little John, "That you blow so hastily?" "O here is the Bishop of Hereford, And no pardon we shall have:" "Cut off his head, master," said Little John, "And throw him into his grave." "O pardon, O pardon," said the bishop, "O pardon I thee pray! For if I had known it had been you, I'd have gone some other way." "No pardon, no pardon," said bold Robin Hood, "No pardon I thee owe; Therefore make haste and come along with me, For to merry Barnsdale you shall go." The Hand Post. Then Robin he took the bishop by the hand, And led him to merry Barnsdale ; He made him to stay and sup with him that night, "Call in a reck'ning," said the bishop, "For methinks it grows wondrous high :" "Lend me your purse, master," said Little John, And I'll tell you by and bye." Then Little John took the bishop's cloak, And spread it upon the ground, And out of the bishop's portmantua "Here's money enough, master," said Little John, It makes me in charity with the bishop, Robin Hood took the bishop by the hand, And he made the bishop to dance in his boots, And glad he could so get away. OLD BALLAD. THE HAND-POST. (HE night was dark, the sun was hid And not a single star appeared, To shoot a silver ray. 143 Across the path the owlet flew, And screamed along the blast, And onward with a quickened step, Benighted Henry passed. At intervals, amid the gloom A flash of lightning played, And showed the ruts with water filled, And the black hedge's shade. Again in thickest darkness plunged, In deadly white it upward rose, Poor Henry felt his blood run cold But well, thought he, no harm, I'm sure, So calling all his courage up, He to the goblin went ; And eager through the dismal gloom His piercing eyes he bent. And when he came well nigh the ghost That gave him such affright, He clapped his hands upon his side, And loudly laughed outright. How they brought the Good News. 145 For 'twas a friendly hand-post stood His wand'rings steps to guide; No evil can betide. And well, thought he, one thing I've learnt, Nor soon shall I forget, To march straight up to it. And when I hear an idle tale I'll tell of this my lonely ride, And the tall, white hand-post. ANN TAYLOR. "HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX. SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace 'Twas moonset at starting; but, while we drew near At Düffeld, 'twas morning as plain as could be; At Aerschot, up leaped of a sudden the sun, The haze, as some bluff river, headland its spray; And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank. So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Loos and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; 'Neath our foot broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-tower sprang white, And "Gallop," cried Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" |