She fell in immediately with our fun, and helped us to a number of nice things, to furnish our greenwood bower.
XXXVI ‘I got him in my mother’s bower Wi’ mickle sin and shame; I brought him up in the good greenwood Under the shower and rain.
This was to be the prison of Fred Greenwood until when?
It was not natural that an active, sturdy youth like Fred Greenwood should submit to be led thus meekly to slaughter, but in what possible way could he help himself?
Many in the situation of Fred Greenwood would have laughed at Jack and "guyed" him over his blunder, but the incident was too dreadful and the terror of his friend too intense for Fred to wish to amuse himself at his expense.
Believing that he would press the trigger of his weapon the next moment, Fred Greenwood was transfixed.
Doctor Greenwood had been the family physician of the Dudleys for many years.
I should say, however, that Doctor Greenwood would never see his boy again.
Fred Greenwood was not there, nor did the cavern show signs of having been visited by person or animal.
But Fred Greenwood was in a gracious and forgiving mood.
It was the most welcome of all sounds, and raised him from the depths of woe to blissful happiness, for it was the familiar signal of Fred Greenwood that had been employed many times in their hunting excursions nearer home.
He must have had an idea that the father of the Greenwood boy has enough money to pay a good sum to recover him unharmed.
This simple question revealed the whole plot and confirmed the statement already made that the scheme for holding Fred Greenwood for ransom by his relatives was arranged before his abduction took place.
Thus it came about that neither Jack Dudley nor Fred Greenwood opened his eyes until the sun was shining into the grove.
It had been better for William a Trent To have been upon a gallow, Than for to lie in the greenwood There slain with an arrow.
He leapt on a horse, and she on another, And they rode on to the greenwood together.
Cloudesle walked a little beside, And looked under thegreenwood lind; He was ware of his wife and children three, Full woe in heart and mind.
Mr. Greenwood had probably thought more of some possible compensation for the living than of the living itself.
Mr. Greenwood had been aware of this; but it might be well that he should affect ignorance.
Mr. Greenwood shook his head, but did not move from the position in which he was standing.
To this question Mr. Greenwood was not prepared with an immediate answer.
Yes, my lord," said the butler, who at once resolved to regard Mr. Greenwood as an enemy of the family.
In this condition of mind she thought it well to show the letter to Mr. Greenwood before she read it to her husband.
Mr. Greenwood knew well that this was only the beginning of his troubles.
Mr. Cumming no doubt felt himself that it would be well that Mr. Greenwood should not starve, and well also that application should not be made to the magistrate, unless as a last resort.
Mr. Greenwood has behaved very well in the matter, and is a great comfort to me.
And certainly in those days, though they were yet not many weeks since, Mr. Greenwood would have been much shocked had any such suggestion been made to him as that which was now quite commonly entertained between them.
Indeed, at Königsgraaf there had been no Mr. Greenwood, and Mr. Greenwood had certainly added much to the annoyances which poor Lady Frances was made to bear.
Mr. Greenwood shook his head and still rubbed his hands.
The poor man did not know how little likely it was that she would ever again throw Mr. Greenwoodin his teeth.
I have seen the woman whose son, represented to me as my grandson, lies in Greenwood Cemetery.
He agreed to take my poor boy, and pay all the expenses of his burial in Greenwood Cemetery, provided I would not object to any of his arrangements.
Thirteen years ago my husband and myself occupied a small tenement in that part of Brooklyn know as Gowanus, not far from Greenwood Cemetery.
And in the greenwood from a shaken oak Seek solace for thine hunger.
Then he clapped his horn to his lips and blew three blasts right loudly, and presently his good yeomen came running through the greenwood until sevenscore bold blades were gathered around him.
So, with Will Scarlet upon one side and Will Stutely upon the other, the stranger came to where Robin Hood sat on a seat of moss under the greenwood tree, with Little John standing beside him.
Eight days they journeyed thus ere they reached the woodlands in safety, but when they got to the greenwood glade, they found that Robin had not yet returned.
It was a right motley company that gathered about the noble greenwood tree in Sherwood's depths that same day.
No archer ever lived that could speed a gray goose shaft with such skill and cunning as his, nor were there ever such yeomen as the sevenscore merry men that roamed with him through the greenwood shades.
So, without tarrying longer, they all departed, with the stout dogs at their heels, and wended their way back to Sherwood again; but it was long past nightfall ere they reached the greenwood tree.
Robin Hood stood under the greenwood tree, thinking of Will Stutely and how he might be faring, when suddenly he saw two of his stout yeomen come running down the forest path, and betwixt them ran buxom Maken of the Blue Boar.
On a deer's hide, stretched on the ground in the open in front of the greenwood tree, sat Robin Hood basking in the sun like an old dog fox.
For when Robin Hood caught a baron or a squire, or a fat abbot or bishop, he brought them to the greenwood tree and feasted them before he lightened their purses.
Thus at last they came to the open glade, and the broad, wide-spreading greenwood tree which was their home for so many years.
So go not, good master, for I know right well he doth seek to beguile thee, but stay within the greenwood lest we all meet dole and woe.
Under the greenwood wilt thou lie, Nor shall thou there unheeded die.
Thou art on the greensward dying, Underneath the greenwood lying!
Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood 55 Though the birds have stilled their singing, The evening blaze doth Alice raise, And Richard is fagots bringing.
It is a simple joke, whereas in the Greenwood joke there are two elements.
I doubt if half-a-dozen members of the House of Commons realised the beauty of the joke till Sir Hamar Greenwood got up and explained it.
Trim go trix is a chorus that continued to be popular until the time of Charles the Second, when Tom D'Urfrey wrote a song entitled "Under the Greenwood Tree," of which he made it the burden.
But Johnie has cast off the black velvet, And put on the Lincoln twine, And he is on the goode greenwood As fast as he could gang.
