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''Your master Robin Hood lies dead,
Therefore sigh as you sing.
Here lie his primer and his beads,
His bent bow and his arrows keen,
His good sword and his holy cross:''
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Anthony Munday (1553-1633), British poet. Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (l. 31-35). . .
Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. C...
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Beauty sat bathing by a spring,
Where fairest shades did hide her;
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,
The cool streams ran beside her.
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye
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Anthony Munday (1553-1633), British poet. Primaleon of Greece (l. 31-35). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Cou...
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