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Howard Pyle 1883 [the Merry Adventures of Robin Hood]

Howard Pyle 1883 [the Merry Adventures of Robin Hood]

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The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood
Pyle, Howard
Fiction, Action & Adventure, Juvenile
Project Gutenberg
About Pyle:
Howard Pyle (March 5, 1853 – November 9, 1911) was an American il-lustrator and writer, primarily of books for young audiences. A native of Wilmington, Delaware, he spent the last year of his life in Florence, Italy.In 1894 he began teaching illustration at the Drexel Institute of Art,Science and Industry (now Drexel University), and after 1900 he foundedhis own school of art and illustration called the Howard Pyle School of Illustration Art. The term the Brandywine School was later applied to theillustration artists and Wyeth family artists of the Brandywine region byPitz (later called the Brandywine School). Some of his more famous stu-dents were Olive Rush, N. C. Wyeth, Frank Schoonover, Elenore Abbott,Ellen Bernard Thompson Pyle, and Jessie Willcox Smith. His 1883 classicThe Merry Adventures of Robin Hood remains in print to this day, andhis other books, frequently with medieval European settings, include afour-volume set on King Arthur that cemented his reputation. He wrotean original work, Otto of the Silver Hand, in 1888. He also illustrated his-torical and adventure stories for periodicals such as Harper's Weeklyand St. Nicholas Magazine. His Men of Iron was made into a movie in1954, The Black Shield of Falworth. Pyle travelled to Florence, Italy tostudy mural painting in 1910, and died there in 1911 of sudden kidneyinfection (Bright's Disease).
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You who so plod amid serious things that you feel it shame to giveyourself up even for a few short moments to mirth and joyousness in theland of Fancy; you who think that life hath nought to do with innocentlaughter that can harm no one; these pages are not for you. Clap to theleaves and go no farther than this, for I tell you plainly that if you gofarther you will be scandalized by seeing good, sober folks of real historyso frisk and caper in gay colors and motley that you would not knowthem but for the names tagged to them. Here is a stout, lusty fellow witha quick temper, yet none so ill for all that, who goes by the name of Henry II. Here is a fair, gentle lady before whom all the others bow andcall her Queen Eleanor. Here is a fat rogue of a fellow, dressed up in richrobes of a clerical kind, that all the good folk call my Lord Bishop of Hereford. Here is a certain fellow with a sour temper and a grimlook—the worshipful, the Sheriff of Nottingham. And here, above all, isa great, tall, merry fellow that roams the greenwood and joins in homelysports, and sits beside the Sheriff at merry feast, which same beareth thename of the proudest of the Plantagenets—Richard of the Lion's Heart.Beside these are a whole host of knights, priests, nobles, burghers, yeo-men, pages, ladies, lasses, landlords, beggars, peddlers, and what not, allliving the merriest of merry lives, and all bound by nothing but a fewodd strands of certain old ballads (snipped and clipped and tied togetheragain in a score of knots) which draw these jocund fellows here andthere, singing as they go.Here you will find a hundred dull, sober, jogging places, all trickedout with flowers and what not, till no one would know them in theirfanciful dress. And here is a country bearing a well-known name,wherein no chill mists press upon our spirits, and no rain falls but whatrolls off our backs like April showers off the backs of sleek drakes; whereflowers bloom forever and birds are always singing; where every fellowhath a merry catch as he travels the roads, and ale and beer and wine(such as muddle no wits) flow like water in a brook.This country is not Fairyland. What is it? 'Tis the land of Fancy, and isof that pleasant kind that, when you tire of it—whisk!—you clap theleaves of this book together and 'tis gone, and you are ready for every-day life, with no harm done.

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