"'Twere idle to remember now, Had I the heart, my thwarted schemes. I bear beneath this alter'd brow The ashes of a thousand dreams-- Some wrought of wild Ambition's fingers, Some colour'd of Love's pencil well-- "Oh, bold Robin Hood Was a forester good As ever drew bow in the merry green wood, And what eye hath e'er seen Such a sweet maiden queen As Marian the pride of the forester's green."…
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