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Thursday, June 23, 2016

Henry Fitz Lane - Wreck of the Roma, Henry Purcell - Pasaclaglia from King Arthur, Rose Fyleman - The Balloon Man, John Keats - Robin Hood

Our painting this week by Fitz Henry Lane  - Wreck of the Roma is full of movement and activity with its huge waves and people busy at various activities centered around the wrecked ship off to the right. 

Wreck of the Roma
for a larger view click here.

Henry Purcell Pasaclaglia from King Arthur

Are you getting a feeling for Rose Fyleman's poetry?  I like her style, rhyming and meter though she has a few too many fairies for my taste. Today's poem  is a little different in that it doesn't have any fairies in it.  

        The Balloon Man

He always comes on market days,
   And holds balloons--a lovely bunch--
And in the market square he stays,
   And never seems to think of lunch.

They're red and purple, blue and green,
   And when it is a sunny day
Tho- carts and people get between 
   You see them shining far away.

And some are big and some are small,
    All tied together with a string,
And if there is a wind at all
   They tug and tug like anything.

Some day perhaps he'll let them go
   And we shall see them sailing high,
And stand and watch them from below--
   They would look pretty in the sky!

John Keats had such a beautiful way with words.  Today's topic is Robin Hood.  He wrote this poem in response to a couple of sonnets on the same subject sent to him by a friend.  It would be fun to read those sonnets, too.  For a brief introduction and explanation of this poem look at this introduction.   What do you think he meant by his last line - "Let us two a burden try"?

                Robin Hood

 No! those days are gone away,
  And their hours are old and gray,
  And their minutes buried all
  Under the down-trodden pall
  Of the leaves of many years:
  Many times have winter's shears,
  Frozen North, and chilling East,
  Sounded tempests to the feast
  Of the forest's whispering fleeces,
  Since men knew nor rent nor leases.                          10 
 No, the bugle sounds no more,
  And the twanging bow no more;
  Silent is the ivory shrill
  Past the heath and up the hill;
  There is no mid-forest laugh,
  Where lone Echo gives the half
  To some wight, amaz'd to hear
  Jesting, deep in forest drear.

    On the fairest time of June
  You may go, with sun or moon,                                20
  Or the seven stars to light you,
  Or the polar ray to right you;
  But you never may behold
  Little John, or Robin bold;
  Never one, of all the clan,
  Thrumming on an empty can
  Some old hunting ditty, while
  He doth his green way beguile
  To fair hostess Merriment,
  Down beside the pasture Trent;                               30
  For he left the merry tale
  Messenger for spicy ale.

    Gone, the merry morris din;
  Gone, the song of Gamelyn;
  Gone, the tough-belted outlaw
  Idling in the "grenè shawe;"
  All are gone away and past!
  And if Robin should be cast
  Sudden from his turfed grave,
  And if Marian should have                                    40
  Once again her forest days,
  She would weep, and he would craze:
  He would swear, for all his oaks,
  Fall'n beneath the dockyard strokes,
  Have rotted on the briny seas;
  She would weep that her wild bees
  Sang not to her--strange! that honey
  Can't be got without hard money!

    So it is: yet let us sing,
  Honour to the old bow-string!                                50
  Honour to the bugle-horn!
  Honour to the woods unshorn!
  Honour to the Lincoln green!
  Honour to the archer keen!
  Honour to tight little John,
  And the horse he rode upon!
  Honour to bold Robin Hood,
  Sleeping in the underwood!
  Honour to maid Marian,
  And to all the Sherwood-clan!                                60
  Though their days have hurried by
  Let us two a burden try. 

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