Marmion: Canto I. - The Castle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Day set on Norham's castled steep | B |
| And Tweed's fair river broad and deep | B |
| And Cheviot's mountains lone | C |
| The battled towers the donjon keep | B |
| The loophole grates where captives weep | B |
| The flanking walls that round it sweep | B |
| In yellow lustre shone | C |
| The warriors on the turrets high | A |
| Moving athwart the evening sky | A |
| Seemed forms of giant height | D |
| Their armour as it caught the rays | E |
| Flashed back again the western blaze | E |
| In lines of dazzling light | D |
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| II | A |
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| Saint George's banner broad and gay | F |
| Now faded as the fading ray | F |
| Less bright and less was flung | G |
| The evening gale had scarce the power | H |
| To wave it on the donjon tower | H |
| So heavily it hung | G |
| The scouts had parted on their search | I |
| The castle gates were barred | J |
| Above the gloomy portal arch | K |
| Timing his footsteps to a march | K |
| The warder kept his guard | J |
| Low humming as he paced along | L |
| Some ancient Border gathering song | L |
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| III | A |
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| A distant trampling sound he hears | M |
| He looks abroad and soon appears | N |
| O'er Horncliff Hill a plump of spears | N |
| Beneath a pennon gay | F |
| A horseman darting from the crowd | O |
| Like lightning from a summer cloud | O |
| Spurs on his mettled courser proud | O |
| Before the dark array | F |
| Beneath the sable palisade | P |
| That closed the castle barricade | P |
| His bugle horn he blew | Q |
| The warder hasted from the wall | R |
| And warned the captain in the hall | R |
| For well the blast he knew | Q |
| And joyfully that knight did call | R |
| To sewer squire and seneschal | R |
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| IV | A |
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| Now broach ye a pipe of Malvoisie | N |
| Bring pasties of the doe | S |
| And quickly make the entrance free | T |
| And bid my heralds ready be | T |
| And every minstrel sound his glee | T |
| And all our trumpets blow | S |
| And from the platform spare ye not | U |
| To fire a noble salvo shot | U |
| Lord Marmion waits below | S |
| Then to the castle's lower ward | V |
| Sped forty yeomen tall | R |
| The iron studded gates unbarred | V |
| Raised the portcullis' ponderous guard | V |
| The lofty palisade unsparred | V |
| And let the drawbridge fall | R |
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| V | T |
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| Along the bridge Lord Marmion rode | V |
| Proudly his red roan charger trode | V |
| His helm hung at the saddlebow | T |
| Well by his visage you might know | S |
| He was a stalwart knight and keen | W |
| And had in many a battle been | X |
| The scar on his brown cheek revealed | V |
| A token true of Bosworth field | V |
| His eyebrow dark and eye of fire | H |
| Showed spirit proud and prompt to ire | Y |
| Yet lines of thought upon his cheek | Z |
| Did deep design and counsel speak | Z |
| His forehead by his casque worn bare | A2 |
| His thick moustache and curly hair | A2 |
| Coal black and grizzled here and there | A2 |
| But more through toil than age | B2 |
| His square turned joints and strength of limb | C2 |
| Showed him no carpet knight so trim | C2 |
| But in close fight a champion grim | C2 |
| In camps a leader sage | B2 |
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| VI | A |
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| Well was he armed from head to heel | R |
| In mail and plate of Milan steel | R |
| But his strong helm of mighty cost | V |
| Was all with burnished gold embossed | V |
| Amid the plumage of the crest | V |
| A falcon hovered on her nest | V |
| With wings outspread and forward breast | V |
| E'en such a falcon on his shield | V |
| Soared sable in an azure field | V |
| The golden legend bore aright | V |
| Who checks at me to death is dight | V |
| Blue was the charger's broidered rein | D2 |
| Blue ribbons decked his arching mane | D2 |
| The knightly housing's ample fold | V |
| Was velvet blue and trapped with gold | V |
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| VII | A |
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| Behind him rode two gallant squires | N |
| Of noble name and knightly sires | N |
| They burned the gilded spurs to claim | E2 |
| For well could each a war horse tame | E2 |
| Could draw the bow the sword could sway | F |
| And lightly bear the ring away | F |
| Nor less with courteous precepts stored | V |
| Could dance in hall and carve at board | V |
| And frame love ditties passing rare | A2 |
| And sing them to a lady fair | A2 |
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| VIII | A |
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| Four men at arms came at their backs | N |
| With halbert bill and battle axe | N |
| They bore Lord Marmion's lance so strong | L |
| And led his sumpter mules along | L |
| And ambling palfrey when at need | V |
| Him listed ease his battle steed | V |
| The last and trustiest of the four | F2 |
| On high his forky pennon bore | F2 |
| Like swallow's tail in shape and hue | Q |
| Fluttered the streamer glossy blue | Q |
| Where blazoned sable as before | F2 |
| The towering falcon seemed to soar | F2 |
| Last twenty yeomen two and two | Q |
| In hosen black and jerkins blue | Q |
| With falcons broidered on each breast | V |
| Attended on their lord's behest | V |
| Each chosen for an archer good | V |
| Knew hunting craft by lake or wood | V |
| Each one a six foot bow could bend | V |
| And far a clothyard shaft could send | V |
| Each held a boar spear tough and strong | L |
| And at their belts their quivers rung | G |
| Their dusty palfreys and array | F |
| Showed they had marched a weary way | F |
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| IX | N |
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| 'Tis meet that I should tell you now | G2 |
| How fairly armed and ordered how | G2 |
| The soldiers of the guard | V |
| With musket pike and morion | G2 |
| To welcome noble Marmion | G2 |
| Stood in the castle yard | V |
| Minstrels and trumpeters were there | A2 |
| The gunner held his linstock yare | A2 |
| For welcome shot prepared | V |
| Entered the train and such a clang | H2 |
| As then through all his turrets rang | H2 |
| Old Norham never heard | V |
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| X | N |
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| The guards their morrice pikes advanced | V |
| The trumpets flourished brave | A |
| The cannon from the ramparts glanced | V |
| And thundering welcome gave | A |
| A blithe salute in martial sort | V |
| The minstrels well might sound | V |
| For as Lord Marmion crossed the court | V |
| He scattered angels round | V |
| Welcome to Norham Marmion | G2 |
| Stout heart and open hand | V |
| Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan | G2 |
| Thou flower of English land | V |
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| XI | N |
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| Two pursuivants whom tabarts deck | I2 |
| With silver scutcheon round their neck | I2 |
| Stood on the steps of stone | G2 |
| By which you reach the donjon gate | V |
| And there with herald pomp and state | V |
| They hailed Lord Marmion | G2 |
| They hailed him Lord of Fontenaye | J2 |
| Of Lutterward and Scrivelbaye | J2 |
| Of Tamworth tower and town | G2 |
| And he their courtesy to requite | V |
| Gave them a chain of twelve marks' weight | V |
| All as he lighted down | G2 |
| Now largesse largesse Lord Marmion | G2 |
| Knight of the crest of gold | V |
| A blazoned shield in battle won | G2 |
| Ne'er guarded heart so bold | V |
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| XII | N |
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| They marshalled him to the castle hall | R |
| Where the guests stood all aside | V |
| And loudly flourished the trumpet call | R |
| And the heralds loudly cried | V |
| Room lordlings room for Lord Marmion | G2 |
| With the crest and helm of gold | V |
| Full well we know the trophies won | G2 |
| In the lists at Cottiswold | V |
| There vainly Ralph de Wilton strove | A |
| 'Gainst Marmion's force to stand | V |
| To him he lost his lady love | A |
| And to the king his land | V |
| Ourselves beheld the listed field | V |
| A sight both sad and fair | A2 |
| We saw Lord Marmion pierce his shield | V |
| And saw his saddle bare | A2 |
| We saw the victor win the crest | V |
| He wears with worthy pride | V |
| And on the gibbet tree reversed | V |
| His foeman's scutcheon tied | V |
| Place nobles for the Falcon Knight | V |
| Room room ye gentles gay | F |
| For him who conquered in the right | V |
| Marmion of Fontenaye | J2 |
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| XIII | N |
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| Then stepped to meet that noble lord | V |
| Sir Hugh the Heron bold | V |
| Baron of Twisell and of Ford | V |
| And captain of the hold | V |
| He led Lord Marmion to the dais | N |
| Raised o'er the pavement high | A |
| And placed him in the upper place | N |
| They feasted full and high | A |
| The whiles a Northern harper rude | V |
| Chanted a rhyme of deadly feud | V |
| HOW THE FIERCE THIRWALLS AND RIDLEYS ALL | R |
| STOUT WILLIMONDSWICK | F |
| AND HARDRIDING DICK | F |
| AND HUGHIE OF HAWDON AND WILL O' THE WALL | R |
| HAVE SET ON SIR ALBANY FEATHERSTONHAUGH | G2 |
| AND TAKEN HIS LIFE AT THE DEADMAN'S SHAW | K2 |
| Scantly Lord Marmion's ear could brook | F |
| The harper's barbarous lay | F |
| Yet much he praised the pains he took | F |
| And well those pains did pay | F |
| For lady's suit and minstrel's strain | G2 |
| By knight should ne'er be heard in vain | G2 |
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| XIV | A |
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| Now good Lord Marmion Heron says | N |
| Of your fair courtesy | N |
| I pray you bide some little space | N |
| In this poor tower with me | N |
| Here may you keep your arms from rust | V |
| May breathe your war horse well | R |
| Seldom hath passed a week but just | V |
| Or feat of arms befell | R |
| The Scots can rein a mettled steed | V |
| And love to couch a spear | A2 |
| St George a stirring life they lead | V |
| That have such neighbours near | A2 |
| Then stay with us a little space | N |
| Our Northern wars to learn | G2 |
| I pray you for your lady's grace | N |
| Lord Marmion's brow grew stern | G2 |
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| XV | A |
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| The captain marked his altered look | F |
| And gave a squire the sign | G2 |
| A mighty wassail bowl he took | F |
| And crowned it high with wine | G2 |
| Now pledge me here Lord Marmion | G2 |
| But first I pray thee fair | A2 |
| Where hast thou left that page of thine | G2 |
| That used to serve thy cup of wine | G2 |
| Whose beauty was so rare | A2 |
| When last in Raby towers we met | V |
| The boy I closely eyed | V |
| And often marked his cheeks were wet | V |
| With tears he fain would hide | V |
| His was no rugged horse boy's hand | V |
| To burnish shield or sharpen brand | V |
| Or saddle battle steed | V |
| But meeter seemed for lady fair | A2 |
| To fan her cheek or curl her hair | A2 |
| Or through embroidery rich and rare | A2 |
| The slender silk to lead | V |
| His skin was fair his ringlets gold | V |
| His bosom when he sighed | V |
| The russet doublet's rugged fold | V |
| Could scarce repel its pride | V |
| Say hast thou given that lovely youth | L2 |
| To serve in lady's bower | A2 |
| Or was the gentle page in sooth | L2 |
| A gentle paramour | A2 |
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| XVI | A |
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| Lord Marmion ill could brook such jest | V |
| He rolled his kindling eye | A |
| With pain his rising wrath suppressed | V |
| Yet made a calm reply | A |
| That boy thou thought'st so goodly fair | A2 |
| He might not brook the Northern air | A2 |
| More of his fate if thou wouldst learn | G2 |
| I left him sick in Lindisfarne | G2 |
| Enough of him But Heron say | F |
| Why does thy lovely lady gay | F |
| Disdain to grace the hall to day | F |
| Or has that dame so fair and sage | B2 |
| Gone on some pious pilgrimage | M2 |
| He spoke in covert scorn for fame | E2 |
| Whispered light tales of Heron's dame | E2 |
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| XVII | A |
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| Unmarked at least unrecked the taunt | V |
| Careless the knight replied | V |
| No bird whose feathers gaily flaunt | V |
| Delights in cage to bide | V |
| Norham is grim and grated close | N |
| Hemmed in by battlement and fosse | N |
| And many a darksome tower | A2 |
| And better loves my lady bright | V |
| To sit in liberty and light | V |
| In fair Queen Margaret's bower | A2 |
| We hold our greyhound in our hand | V |
| Our falcon on our glove | A |
| But where shall we find leash or band | V |
| For dame that loves to rove | A |
| Let the wild falcon soar her swing | F |
| She'll stoop when she has tired her wing | F |
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| XVIII | A |
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| Nay if with royal James's bride | V |
| The lovely Lady Heron bide | V |
| Behold me here a messenger | A2 |
| Your tender greetings prompt to bear | A2 |
| For to the Scottish court addressed | V |
| I journey at our King's behest | V |
| And pray you of your grace provide | V |
| For me and mine a trusty guide | V |
| I have not ridden in Scotland since | N |
| James backed the cause of that mock prince | N |
| Warbeck that Flemish counterfeit | V |
| Who on the gibbet paid the cheat | V |
| Then did I march with Surrey's power | A2 |
| What time we razed old Ayton Tower | A2 |
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| XIX | N |
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| For such like need my lord I trow | A2 |
| Norham can find you guides enow | G2 |
| For here be some have pricked as far | A2 |
| On Scottish ground as to Dunbar | A2 |
| Have drunk the monks of St Bothan's ale | R |
| And driven the beeves of Lauderdale | R |
| Harried the wives of Greenlaw's goods | N |
| And given them light to set their hoods | N |
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| XX | N |
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| Now in good sooth Lord Marmion cried | V |
| Were I in warlike wise to ride | V |
| A better guard I would not lack | F |
| Than your stout forayers at my back | F |
| But as in form of peace I go | A2 |
| A friendly messenger to know | A2 |
| Why through all Scotland near and far | A2 |
| Their King is mustering troops for war | A2 |
| The sight of plundering Border spears | N |
| Might justify suspicious fears | N |
| And deadly feud or thirst of spoil | R |
| Break out in some unseemly broil | R |
| A herald were my fitting guide | V |
| Or friar sworn in peace to bide | V |
| Or pardoner or travelling priest | V |
| Or strolling pilgrim at the least | V |
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| XXI | N |
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| The captain mused a little space | N |
| And passed his hand across his face | N |
| Fain would I find the guide you want | V |
| But ill may pursuivant | V |
| The only men that safe can ride | V |
| Mine errands on the Scottish side | V |
| And though a bishop built this fort | V |
| Few holy brethren here resort | V |
| Even our good chaplain as I ween | A2 |
| Since our last siege we have not seen | A2 |
| The mass he might not sing or say | N |
| Upon one stinted meal a day | N |
| So safe he sat in Durham aisle | R |
| And prayed for our success the while | R |
| Our Norham vicar woe betide | V |
| Is all too well in case to ride | V |
| The priest of Shoreswood he could rein | A2 |
| The wildest war horse in your train | A2 |
| But then no spearman in the hall | R |
| Will sooner swear or stab or brawl | R |
| Friar John of Tillmouth were the man | A2 |
| A blithesome brother at the can | A2 |
| A welcome guest in hall and bower | A2 |
| He knows each castle town and tower | A2 |
| In which the wine and ale is good | V |
| 'Twixt Newcastle and Holyrood | V |
| But that good man as ill befalls | N |
| Hath seldom left our castle walls | N |
| Since on the vigil of Saint Bede | V |
| In evil hour he crossed the Tweed | V |
| To teach Dame Alison her creed | V |
| Old Bughtrig found him with his wife | A |
| And John an enemy to strife | A |
| Sans frock and hood fled for his life | A |
| The jealous churl hath deeply swore | A2 |
| That if again he venture o'er | A2 |
| He shall shrive penitent no more | A2 |
| Little he loves such risks I know | A2 |
| Yet in your guard perchance will go | A2 |
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| XXII | N |
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| Young Selby at the fair hall board | V |
| Carved to his uncle and that lord | V |
| And reverently took up the word | V |
| Kind uncle woe were we each one | A2 |
| If harm should hap to brother John | A2 |
| He is a man of mirthful speech | N2 |
| Can many a game and gambol teach | N2 |
| Full well at tables can he play | N |
| And sweep at bowls the stake away | N |
| None can a lustier carol bawl | R |
| The needfullest among us all | R |
| When time hangs heavy in the hall | R |
| And snow comes thick at Christmas tide | V |
| And we can neither hunt nor ride | V |
| A foray on the Scottish side | V |
| The vowed revenge of Bughtrig rude | V |
| May end in worse than loss of hood | V |
| Let Friar John in safety still | R |
| In chimney corner snore his fill | R |
| Roast hissing crabs or flagons swill | R |
| Last night to Norham there came one | A2 |
| Will better guide Lord Marmion | A2 |
| Nephew quoth Heron by my fay | N |
| Well hast thou spoke say forth thy say | N |
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| XXIII | N |
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| Here is a holy Palmer come | O2 |
| From Salem first and last from Rome | P2 |
| One that hath kissed the blessed tomb | Q2 |
| And visited each holy shrine | A2 |
| In Araby and Palestine | A2 |
| On hills of Armenie hath been | A2 |
| Where Noah's ark may yet be seen | A2 |
| By that Red Sea too hath he trod | V |
| Which parted at the prophet's rod | V |
| In Sinai's wilderness he saw | N |
| The Mount where Israel heard the law | N |
| Mid thunder dint and flashing levin | A2 |
| And shadows mists and darkness given | A2 |
| He shows Saint James's cockle shell | R |
| Of fair Montserrat too can tell | R |
| And of that grot where olives nod | V |
| Where darling of each heart and eye | A |
| From all the youth of Sicily | N |
| Saint Rosalie retired to God | V |
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| XXIV | N |
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| To stout Saint George of Norwich merry | N |
| Saint Thomas too of Canterbury | N |
| Cuthbert of Durham and Saint Bede | V |
| For his sins' pardon hath he prayed | V |
| He knows the passes of the North | L2 |
| And seeks far shrines beyond the Forth | L2 |
| Little he eats and long will wake | F |
| And drinks but of the stream or lake | F |
| This were a guide o'er moor and dale | R |
| But when our John hath quaffed his ale | R |
| As little as the wind that blows | N |
| And warms itself against his nose | N |
| Kens he or cares which way he goes | N |
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| XXV | N |
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| Gramercy quoth Lord Marmion | A2 |
| Full loth were I that Friar John | A2 |
| That venerable man for me | N |
| Were placed in fear or jeopardy | N |
| If this same Palmer will me lead | V |
| From hence to Holyrood | V |
| Like his good saint I'll pay his meed | V |
| Instead of cockle shell or bead | V |
| With angels fair and good | V |
| I love such holy ramblers still | R |
| They know to charm a weary hill | R |
| With song romance or lay | N |
| Some jovial tale or glee or jest | V |
| Some lying legend at the least | V |
| They bring to cheer the way | N |
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| XXVI | N |
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| Ah noble sir young Selby said | V |
| And finger on his lip he laid | V |
| This man knows much perchance e'en more | A2 |
| Than he could learn by holy lore | A2 |
| Still to himself he's muttering | F |
| And shrinks as at some unseen thing | F |
| Last night we listened at his cell | R |
| Strange sounds we heard and sooth to tell | R |
| He murmured on till morn howe'er | A2 |
| No living mortal could be near | A2 |
| Sometimes I thought I heard it plain | A2 |
| As other voices spoke again | A2 |
| I cannot tell I like it not | V |
| Friar John hath told us it is wrote | V |
| No conscience clear and void of wrong | F |
| Can rest awake and pray so long | F |
| Himself still sleeps before his beads | N |
| Have marked ten aves and two creeds | N |
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| XXVII | N |
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| Let pass quoth Marmion by my fay | N |
| This man shall guide me on my way | N |
| Although the great arch fiend and he | N |
| Had sworn themselves of company | N |
| So please you gentle youth to call | R |
| This Palmer to the castle hall | R |
| The summoned Palmer came in place | N |
| His sable cowl o'erhung his face | N |
| In his black mantle was he clad | V |
| With Peter's keys in cloth of red | V |
| On his broad shoulders wrought | V |
| The scallop shell his cap did deck | F |
| The crucifix around his neck | F |
| Was from Loretto brought | V |
| His sandals were with travel tore | A2 |
| Staff budget bottle scrip he wore | A2 |
| The faded palm branch in his hand | V |
| Showed pilgrim from the Holy Land | V |
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| XXVIII | N |
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| Whenas the Palmer came in hall | R |
| Nor lord nor knight was there more tall | R |
| Or had a statelier step withal | R |
| Or looked more high and keen | A2 |
| For no saluting did he wait | V |
| But strode across the hall of state | V |
| And fronted Marmion where he sate | V |
| As he his peer had been | A2 |
| But his gaunt frame was worn with toil | R |
| His cheek was sunk alas the while | R |
| And when he struggled at a smile | R |
| His eye looked haggard wild | V |
| Poor wretch the mother that him bare | A2 |
| If she had been in presence there | A2 |
| In his wan face and sun burned hair | A2 |
| She had not known her child | V |
| Danger long travel want or woe | A2 |
| Soon change the form that best we know | A2 |
| For deadly fear can time outgo | A2 |
| And blanch at once the hair | A2 |
| Hard toil can roughen form and face | N |
| And want can quench the eye's bright grace | N |
| Nor does old age a wrinkle trace | N |
| More deeply than despair | A2 |
| Happy whom none of these befall | R |
| But this poor Palmer knew them all | R |
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| XXIX | N |
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| Lord Marmion then his boon did ask | F |
| The Palmer took on him the task | F |
| So he would march with morning tide | V |
| To Scottish court to be his guide | V |
| But I have solemn vows to pay | N |
| And may not linger by the way | N |
| To fair St Andrews bound | V |
| Within the ocean cave to pray | N |
| Where good Saint Rule his holy lay | N |
| From midnight to the dawn of day | N |
| Sung to the billows' sound | V |
| Thence to Saint Fillan's blessed well | R |
| Whose springs can frenzied dreams dispel | R |
| And the crazed brain restore | A2 |
| Saint Mary grant that cave or spring | F |
| Could back to peace my bosom bring | F |
| Or bid it throb no more | A2 |
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| XXX | N |
| - | |
| And now the midnight draught of sleep | B |
| Where wine and spices richly steep | B |
| In massive bowl of silver deep | B |
| The page presents on knee | N |
| Lord Marmion drank a fair good rest | V |
| The captain pledged his noble guest | V |
| The cup went through among the rest | V |
| Who drained it merrily | N |
| Alone the Palmer passed it by | A |
| Though Selby pressed him courteously | N |
| This was a sign the feast was o'er | A2 |
| It hushed the merry wassail roar | A2 |
| The minstrels ceased to sound | V |
| Soon in the castle nought was heard | V |
| But the slow footstep of the guard | V |
| Pacing his sober round | V |
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| XXXI | N |
| - | |
| With early dawn Lord Marmion rose | N |
| And first the chapel doors unclose | N |
| Then after morning rites were done | A2 |
| A hasty mass from Friar John | A2 |
| And knight and squire had broke their fast | V |
| On rich substantial repast | V |
| Lord Marmion's bugles blew to horse | N |
| Then came the stirrup cup in course | N |
| Between the baron and his host | V |
| No point of courtesy was lost | V |
| High thanks were by Lord Marmion paid | V |
| Solemn excuse the captain made | V |
| Till filing from the gate had passed | V |
| That noble train their lord the last | V |
| Then loudly rung the trumpet call | N |
| Thundered the cannon from the wall | N |
| And shook the Scottish shore | A2 |
| Around the castle eddied slow | N |
| Volumes of smoke as white as snow | N |
| And hid its turrets hoar | A2 |
| Till they rolled forth upon the air | A2 |
| And met the river breezes there | A2 |
| Which gave again the prospect fair | A2 |
Walter Scott (sir)
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