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Subject: Have we forgotten Robin Hood?
Author: Selwyn   (guest, 195.215.72.204)
Date: May 10, 2001 at 12:19:58 AM
Reply to: Need help with names ! by Caroline
I know I sort of ruin your asking by only reflecting over one single name, namely Robin . But considering so many names at one time I must say I cannot handle at once.

I like the name Robin well, but I think it should feature in the row of boys' names too. Robin is a fine name for a girl, but it fits a boy equally well. Just think of the noble Robin Hood and his merry men

He took from the rich
and gave to the poor,
and thus shall woe
be heard no more.

I admit I made those words up but others have truly found that Robin was a name well suited for a boy.
Just listen to what John Keats said.
Could he really be all wrong?

TO A FRIEND
by John Keats

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.

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,
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 ;
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
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!
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!
Though their days have hurried by
Let us two a burden try.

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