Marmion: Canto Iii. - The Inn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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The livelong day Lord Marmion rode	B
The mountain path the Palmer showed	B
By glen and streamlet winded still	C
Where stunted birches hid the rill	C
They might not choose the lowland road	B
For the Merse forayers were abroad	D
Who fired with hate and thirst of prey	E
Had scarcely failed to bar their way	E
Oft on the trampling band from crown	F
Of some tall cliff the deer looked down	F
On wing of jet from his repose	G
In the deep heath the blackcock rose	G
Sprung from the gorse the timid roe	H
Nor waited for the bending bow	I
And when the stony path began	J
By which the naked peak they wan	K
Up flew the snowy ptarmigan	K
The noon had long been passed before	L
They gained the height of Lammermoor	L
Thence winding down the northern way	E
Before them at the close of day	E
Old Gifford's towers and hamlet lay	E
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II	A
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No summons calls them to the tower	L
To spend the hospitable hour	L
To Scotland's camp the lord was gone	K
His cautious dame in bower alone	K
Dreaded her castle to unclose	G
So late to unknown friends or foes	G
On through the hamlet as they paced	M
Before a porch whose front was graced	M
With bush and flagon trimly placed	M
Lord Marmion drew his rein	K
The village inn seemed large though rude	N
Its cheerful fire and hearty food	N
Might well relieve his train	K
Down from their seats the horsemen sprung	O
With jingling spurs the courtyard rung	O
They bind their horses to the stall	P
For forage food and firing call	P
And various clamour fills the hall	P
Weighing the labour with the cost	Q
Toils everywhere the bustling host	R
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III	A
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Soon by the chimney's merry blaze	G
Through the rude hostel might you gaze	G
Might see where in dark nook aloof	S
The rafters of the sooty roof	S
Bore wealth of winter cheer	L
Of sea fowl dried and solands store	L
And gammons of the tusky boar	L
And savoury haunch of deer	L
The chimney arch projected wide	T
Above around it and beside	T
Were tools for housewives' hand	U
Nor wanted in that martial day	E
The implements of Scottish fray	E
The buckler lance and brand	U
Beneath its shade the place of state	V
On oaken settle Marmion sate	V
And viewed around the blazing hearth	W
His followers mix in noisy mirth	X
Whom with brown ale in jolly tide	T
From ancient vessels ranged aside	T
Full actively their host supplied	T
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IV	S
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Theirs was the glee of martial breast	Y
And laughter theirs at little jest	Y
And oft Lord Marmion deigned to aid	Z
And mingle in the mirth they made	Z
For though with men of high degree	L
The proudest of the proud was he	L
Yet trained in camps he knew the art	A2
To win the soldier's hardy heart	A2
They love a captain to obey	E
Boisterous as March yet fresh as May	E
With open hand and brow as free	L
Lover of wine and minstrelsy	G
Ever the first to scale a tower	L
As venturous in a lady's bower	L
Such buxom chief shall lead his host	R
From India's fires to Zembla's frost	B2
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V	L
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Resting upon his pilgrim staff	S
Right opposite the Palmer stood	C2
His thin dark visage seen but half	S
Half hidden by his hood	C2
Still fixed on Marmion was his look	D2
Which he who ill such gaze could brook	D2
Strove by a frown to quell	E2
But not for that though more than once	G
Full met their stern encountering glance	G
The Palmer's visage fell	E2
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VI	S
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By fits less frequent from the crowd	F2
Was heard the burst of laughter loud	F2
For still as squire and archer stared	G2
On that dark face and matted beard	H2
Their glee and game declined	I2
All gazed at length in silence drear	L
Unbroke save when in comrade's ear	L
Some yeoman wondering in his fear	L
Thus whispered forth his mind	I2
Saint Mary saw'st thou e'er such sight	J2
How pale his cheek his eye how bright	J2
Whene'er the firebrand's fickle light	J2
Glances beneath his cowl	K2
Full on our lord he sets his eye	S
For his best palfrey would not I	S
Endure that sullen scowl	K2
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VII	S
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But Marmion as to chase the awe	L2
Which thus had quelled their hearts who saw	G
The ever varying firelight show	H
That figure stern and face of woe	H
Now called upon a squire	L
Fitz Eustace know'st thou not some lay	E
To speed the lingering night away	E
We slumber by the fire	L
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VIII	S
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So please you thus the youth rejoined	M2
Our choicest minstrel's left behind	I2
Ill may we hope to please your ear	L
Accustomed Constant's strains to hear	L
The harp full deftly can he strike	N2
And wake the lover's lute alike	N2
To dear Saint Valentine no thrush	O2
Sings livelier from a spring tide bush	P2
No nightingale her lovelorn tune	K
More sweetly warbles to the moon	K
Woe to the cause whate'er it be	L
Detains from us his melody	L
Lavished on rocks and billows stern	K
Or duller monks of Lindisfarne	K
Now must I venture as I may	E
To sing his favourite roundelay	E
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IX	G
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A mellow voice Fitz Eustace had	Q2
The air he chose was wild and sad	Q2
Such have I heard in Scottish land	U
Rise from the busy harvest band	U
When falls before the mountaineer	L
On Lowland plains the ripened ear	L
Now one shrill voice the notes prolong	R2
Now a wild chorus swells the song	R2
Oft have I listened and stood still	E
As it came softened up the hill	E
And deemed it the lament of men	K
Who languished for their native glen	K
And thought how sad would be such sound	S2
On Susquehana's swampy ground	S2
Kentucky's wood encumbered brake	T2
Or wild Ontario's boundless lake	T2
Where heart sick exiles in the strain	K
Recalled fair Scotland's hills again	K
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X	G
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SONG	R2
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Where shall the lover rest	Y
Whom the fates sever	L
From his true maiden's breast	Y
Parted for ever	L
Where through groves deep and high	S
Sounds the far billow	E
Where early violets die	S
Under the willow	E
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CHORUS	G
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Eleu loro c Soft shall be his pillow	E
There through the summer day	E
Cool streams are laving	R2
There while the tempests sway	E
Scarce are boughs waving	R2
There thy rest shalt thou take	R2
Parted for ever	L
Never again to wake	R2
Never oh never	L
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CHORUS	G
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Eleu loro c Never oh never	L
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XI	G
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Where shall the traitor rest	Y
He the deceiver	L
Who could win maiden's breast	Y
Ruin and leave her	L
In the lost battle	E
Borne down by the flying	R2
Where mingles war's rattle	E
With groans of the dying	R2
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CHORUS	G
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Eleu loro c There shall he be lying	R2
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Her wing shall the eagle flap	U2
O'er the false hearted	V2
His warm blood the wolf shall lap	U2
Ere life be parted	V2
Shame and dishonour sit	W2
By his grave ever	L
Blessing shall hallow it	W2
Never oh never	L
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CHORUS	G
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Eleu loro c Never oh never	L
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XII	G
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It ceased the melancholy sound	S2
And silence sunk on all around	S2
The air was sad but sadder still	E
It fell on Marmion's ear	L
And plained as if disgrace and ill	E
And shameful death were near	L
He drew his mantle past his face	G
Between it and the band	U
And rested with his head a space	G
Reclining on his hand	U
His thoughts I scan not but I ween	K
That could their import have been seen	K
The meanest groom in all the hall	E
That e'er tied courser to a stall	E
Would scarce have wished to be their prey	L
For Lutterward and Fontenaye	S
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XIII	G
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High minds of native pride and force	G
Most deeply feel thy pangs Remorse	G
Fear for their scourge mean villains have	S
Thou art the torturer of the brave	S
Yet fatal strength they boast to steel	E
Their minds to bear the wounds they feel	E
Even while they writhe beneath the smart	A2
Of civil conflict in the heart	A2
For soon Lord Marmion raised his head	X2
And smiling to Fitz Eustace said	X2
Is it not strange that as ye sung	R2
Seemed in mine ear a death peal rung	R2
Such as in nunneries they toll	E
For some departing sister's soul	E
Say what may this portend	Y2
Then first the Palmer silence broke	R2
The livelong day he had not spoke	R2
The death of a dear friend	Y2
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XIV	S
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Marmion whose steady heart and eye	S
Ne'er changed in worst extremity	G
Marmion whose soul could scantly brook	R2
Even from his king a haughty look	R2
Whose accent of command controlled	Z2
In camps the boldest of the bold	Z2
Thought look and utterance failed him now	K
Fall'n was his glance and flushed his brow	K
For either in the tone	K
Or something in the Palmer's look	R2
So full upon his conscience strook	R2
That answer he found none	K
Thus oft it haps that when within	K
They shrink at sense of secret sin	K
A feather daunts the brave	S
A fool's wild speech confounds the wise	G
And proudest princes veil their eyes	G
Before their meanest slave	S
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XV	S
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Well might he falter By his aid	Z
Was Constance Beverley betrayed	Z
Not that he augured of the doom	A3
Which on the living closed the tomb	A3
But tired to hear the desperate maid	Z
Threaten by turns beseech upbraid	Z
And wroth because in wild despair	L
She practised on the life of Clare	L
Its fugitive the Church he gave	S
Though not a victim but a slave	S
And deemed restraint in convent strange	B3
Would hide her wrongs and her revenge	C3
Himself proud Henry's favourite peer	L
Held Romish thunders idle fear	L
Secure his pardon he might hold	Z2
For some slight mulct of penance gold	Z2
Thus judging he gave secret way	L
When the stern priests surprised their prey	L
His train but deemed the favourite page	D3
Was left behind to spare his age	D3
Or other if they deemed none dared	G2
To mutter what he thought and heard	E3
Woe to the vassal who durst pry	S
Into Lord Marmion's privacy	G
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XVI	S
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His conscience slept he deemed her well	E
And safe secured in distant cell	E
But wakened by her favourite lay	L
And that strange Palmer's boding say	L
That fell so ominous and drear	S
Full on the object of his fear	S
To aid remorse's venomed throes	G
Dark tales of convent vengeance rose	G
And Constance late betrayed and scorned	F3
All lovely on his soul returned	G3
Lovely as when at treacherous call	E
She left her convent's peaceful wall	E
Crimsoned with shame with terror mute	H3
Dreading alike escape pursuit	H3
Till love victorious o'er alarms	G
Hid fears and blushes in his arms	G
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XVII	S
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Alas he thought how changed that mien	K
How changed these timid looks have been	K
Since years of guilt and of disguise	G
Have steeled her brow and armed her eyes	G
No more of virgin terror speaks	G
The blood that mantles in her cheeks	G
Fierce and unfeminine are there	S
Frenzy for joy for grief despair	S
And I the cause for whom were given	K
Her peace on earth her hopes in heaven	K
Would thought he as the picture grows	G
I on its stalk had left the rose	G
Oh why should man's success remove	S
The very charms that wake his love	S
Her convent's peaceful solitude	N
Is now a prison harsh and rude	N
And pent within the narrow cell	E
How will her spirit chafe and swell	E
How brook the stern monastic laws	G
The penance how and I the cause	G
Vigil and scourge perchance even worse	G
And twice he rose to cry To horse	G
And twice his sovereign's mandate came	I3
Like damp upon a kindling flame	I3
And twice he thought Gave I not charge	J3
She should be safe though not at large	J3
They durst not for their island shred	X2
One golden ringlet from her head	X2
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XVIII	S
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While thus in Marmion's bosom strove	S
Repentance and reviving love	S
Like whirlwinds whose contending sway	L
I've seen Loch Vennachar obey	L
Their host the Palmer's speech had heard	E3
And talkative took up the word	E3
Ay reverend Pilgrim you who stray	L
From Scotland's simple land away	L
To visit realms afar	S
Full often learn the art to know	K
Of future weal or future woe	K
By word or sign or star	S
Yet might a knight his fortune hear	S
If knightlike he despises fear	S
Not far from hence if fathers old	Z2
Aright our hamlet legend told	Z2
These broken words the menials move	S
For marvels still the vulgar love	S
And Marmion giving license cold	Z2
His tale the host thus gladly told	Z2
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XIX	G
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THE HOST'S TALE	E
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A clerk could tell what years have flown	K
Since Alexander filled our throne	K
Third monarch of that warlike name	I3
And eke the time when here he came	I3
To seek Sir Hugo then our lord	K3
A braver never drew a sword	K3
A wiser never at the hour	S
Of midnight spoke the word of power	S
The same whom ancient records call	E
The founder of the Goblin Hall	E
I would Sir Knight your longer stay	L
Gave you that cavern to survey	L
Of lofty roof and ample size	G
Beneath the castle deep it lies	G
To hew the living rock profound	S2
The floor to pave the arch to round	S2
There never toiled a mortal arm	L3
It all was wrought by word and charm	L3
And I have heard my grandsire say	L
That the wild clamour and affray	S
Of those dread artisans of hell	E
Who laboured under Hugo's spell	E
Sounded as loud as ocean's war	S
Among the caverns of Dunbar	S
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XX	L
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The king Lord Gifford's castle sought	M3
Deep labouring with uncertain thought	M3
Even then he mustered all his host	R
To meet upon the western coast	R
For Norse and Danish galleys plied	T
Their oars within the frith of Clyde	T
There floated Haco's banner trim	N3
Above Norwayan warriors grim	N3
Savage of heart and large of limb	N3
Threatening both continent and isle	E
Bute Arran Cunninghame and Kyle	E
Lord Gifford deep beneath the ground	S2
Heard Alexander's bugle sound	S2
And tarried not his garb to change	B3
But in his wizard habit strange	B3
Came forth a quaint and fearful sight	J2
His mantle lined with fox skins white	J2
His high and wrinkled forehead bore	S
A pointed cap such as of yore	S
Clerks say that Pharaoh's Magi wore	S
His shoes were marked with cross and spell	E
Upon his breast a pentacle	E
His zone of virgin parchment thin	K
Or as some tell of dead man's skin	K
Bore many a planetary sign	K
Combust and retrograde and trine	K
And in his hand he held prepared	G2
A naked sword without a guard	O3
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XXI	L
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Dire dealings with the fiendish race	L
Had marked strange lines upon his face	L
Vigil and fast had worn him grim	N3
His eyesight dazzled seemed and dim	N3
As one unused to upper day	L
Even his own menials with dismay	L
Beheld Sir Knight the grisly sire	S
In his unwonted wild attire	S
Unwonted for traditions run	K
He seldom thus beheld the sun	K
'I know ' he said his voice was hoarse	L
And broken seemed its hollow force	L
'I know the cause although untold	Z2
Why the king seeks his vassal's hold	Z2
Vainly from me my liege would know	K
His kingdom's future weal or woe	K
But yet if strong his arm and heart	A2
His courage may do more than art	A2
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XXII	L
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'Of middle air the demons proud	F2
Who ride upon the racking cloud	F2
Can read in fixed or wandering star	S
The issues of events afar	S
But still their sullen aid withhold	Z2
Save when by mightier force controlled	Z2
Such late I summoned to my hall	E
And though so potent was the call	E
That scarce the deepest nook of hell	E
I deemed a refuge from the spell	E
Yet obstinate in silence still	E
The haughty demon mocks my skill	E
But thou who little know'st thy might	J2
As born upon that blessed night	J2
When yawning graves and dying groan	K
Proclaimed hell's empire overthrown	K
With untaught valour shalt compel	E
Response denied to magic spell '	-
'Gramercy ' quoth our monarch free	S
Place him but front to front with me	S
And by this good and honoured brand	U
The gift of Coeur de Lion's hand	U
Soothly I swear that tide what tide	T
The demon shall a buffet bide '	-
His bearing bold the wizard viewed	N
And thus well pleased his speech renewed	N
'There spoke the blood of Malcolm mark	R2
Forth pacing hence at midnight dark	R2
The rampart seek whose circling crown	K
Crests the ascent of yonder down	K
A southern entrance shalt thou find	I2
There halt and there thy bugle wind	I2
And trust thine elfin foe to see	S
In guise of thy worst enemy	S
Couch then thy lance and spur thy steed	P3
Upon him and Saint George to speed	P3
If he go down thou soon shalt know	K
Whate'er these airy sprites can show	K
If thy heart fail thee in the strife	S
I am no warrant for thy life '	-
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XXIII	S
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Soon as the midnight bell did ring	R2
Alone and armed forth rode the king	R2
To that old camp's deserted round	S2
Sir Knight you well might mark the mound	S2
Left hand the town the Pictish race	S
The trench long since in blood did trace	S
The moor around is brown and bare	S
The space within is green and fair	S
The spot our village children know	K
For there the earliest wildflowers grow	K
But woe betide the wandering wight	J2
That treads its circle in the night	J2
The breadth across a bowshot clear	S
Gives ample space for full career	S
Opposed to the four points of heaven	K
By four deep gaps are entrance given	K
The southernmost our monarch passed	Q3
Halted and blew a gallant blast	Q3
And on the north within the ring	R2
Appeared the form of England's king	R2
Who then a thousand leagues afar	S
In Palestine waged holy war	S
Yet arms like England's did he wield	R3
Alike the leopards in the shield	R3
Alike his Syrian courser's frame	I3
The rider's length of limb the same	I3
Long afterwards did Scotland know	K
Fell Edward was her deadliest foe	K
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XXIV	K
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The vision made our monarch start	A2
But soon he manned his noble heart	A2
And in the first career they ran	K
The Elfin Knight fell horse and man	K
Yet did a splinter of his lance	S
Through Alexander's visor glance	S
And razed the skin a puny wound	S2
The King light leaping to the ground	S2
With naked blade his phantom foe	K
Compelled the future war to show	K
Of Largs he saw the glorious plain	K
Where still gigantic bones remain	K
Memorial of the Danish war	S
Himself he saw amid the field	R3
On high his brandished war axe wield	R3
And strike proud Haco from his car	S
While all around the shadowy kings	S
Denmark's grim ravens cowered their wings	S
'Tis said that in that awful night	J2
Remoter visions met his sight	J2
Foreshowing future conquests far	S
When our son's sons wage northern war	S
A royal city tower and spire	S
Reddened the midnight sky with fire	S
And shouting crews her navy bore	S
Triumphant to the victor shore	S
Such signs may learned clerks explain	K
They pass the wit of simple swain	K
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XXV	K
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The joyful King turned home again	K
Headed his host and quelled the Dane	K
But yearly when returned the night	J2
Of his strange combat with the sprite	J2
His wound must bleed and smart	A2
Lord Gifford then would gibing say	S
'Bold as ye were my liege ye pay	S
The penance of your start '	-
Long since beneath Dunfermline's nave	K
King Alexander fills his grave	K
Our Lady give him rest	Y
Yet still the knightly spear and shield	R3
The Elfin Warrior doth wield	R3
Upon the brown hill's breast	Y
And many a knight hath proved his chance	S
In the charmed ring to break a lance	S
But all have foully sped	X2
Save two as legends tell and they	S
Were Wallace wight and Gilbert Hay	S
Gentles my tale is said	X2
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XXVI	K
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The quaighs were deep the liquors strong	R2
And on the tale the yeoman throng	R2
Had made a comment sage and long	R2
But Marmion gave a sign	K
And with their lord the squires retire	S
The rest around the hostel fire	S
Their drowsy limbs recline	K
For pillow underneath each head	X2
The quiver and the targe were laid	Z
Deep slumbering on the hostel floor	S
Oppressed with toil and ale they snore	S
The dying flame in fitful change	B3
Threw on the group its shadows strange	B3
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XXVII	K
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Apart and nestling in the hay	S
Of a waste loft Fitz Eustace lay	S
Scarce by the pale moonlight were seen	K
The foldings of his mantle green	K
Lightly he dreamt as youth will dream	S3
Of sport by thicket or by stream	S3
Of hawk or hound of ring or glove	K
Or lighter yet of lady's love	K
A cautious tread his slumber broke	R2
And close beside him when he woke	R2
In moonbeam half and half in gloom	A3
Stood a tall form with nodding plume	A3
But ere his dagger Eustace drew	S
His master Marmion's voice he knew	S
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XXVIII	K
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Fitz Eustace rise I cannot rest	Y
Yon churl's wild legend haunts my breast	Y
And graver thoughts have chafed my mood	N
The air must cool my feverish blood	V2
And fain would I ride forth to see	S
The scene of elfin chivalry	S
Arise and saddle me my steed	P3
And gentle Eustace take good heed	P3
Thou dost not rouse these drowsy slaves	S
I would not that the prating knaves	S
Had cause for saying o'er their ale	E
That I could credit such a tale	E
Then softly down the steps they slid	T3
Eustace the stable door undid	T3
And darkling Marmion's steed arrayed	Z
While whispering thus the baron said	X2
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XXIX	S
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Didst never good my youth hear tell	E
That on the hour when I was born	K
Saint George who graced my sire's chapelle	E
Down from his steed of marble fell	E
A weary wight forlorn	K
The flattering chaplains all agree	S
The champion left his steed to me	S
I would the omen's truth to show	K
That I could meet this elfin foe	K
Blithe would I battle for the right	J2
To ask one question at the sprite	J2
Vain thought for elves if elves there be	S
An empty race by fount or sea	S
To dashing waters dance and sing	R2
Or round the green oak wheel their ring	R2
Thus speaking he his steed bestrode	B
And from the hostel slowly rode	B
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XXX	S
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Fitz Eustace followed him abroad	D
And marked him pace the village road	B
And listened to his horse's tramp	U3
Till by the lessening sound	S2
He judged that of the Pictish camp	U3
Lord Marmion sought the round	S2
Wonder it seemed in the squire's eyes	S
That one so wary held and wise	S
Of whom 'twas said he scarce received	V3
For gospel what the Church believed	V3
Should stirred by idle tale	E
Ride forth in silence of the night	J2
As hoping half to meet a sprite	J2
Arrayed in plate and mail	E
For little did Fitz Eustace know	K
That passions in contending flow	K
Unfix the strongest mind	I2
Wearied from doubt to doubt to flee	S
We welcome fond credulity	S
Guide confident though blind	I2
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XXXI	S
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Little for this Fitz Eustace cared	G2
But patient waited till he heard	E3
At distance pricked to utmost speed	P3
The foot tramp of a flying steed	P3
Come townward rushing on	K
First dead as if on turf it trode	P3
Then clattering on the village road	P3
In other pace than forth he yode	P3
Returned Lord Marmion	K
Down hastily he sprung from selle	E
And in his haste well nigh he fell	E
To the squire's hand the rein he threw	S
And spoke no word as he withdrew	S
But yet the moonlight did betray	S
The falcon crest was soiled with clay	S
And plainly might Fitz Eustace see	S
By stains upon the charger's knee	S
And his left side that on the moor	S
He had not kept his footing sure	S
Long musing on these wondrous signs	S
At length to rest the squire reclines	S
Broken and short for still between	K
Would dreams of terror intervene	K
Eustace did ne'er so blithely mark	R2
The first notes of the morning lark	R2

Walter Scott (sir)

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