Marmion: Canto Iv. - The Camp Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Eustace I said did blithely markB
The first notes of the merry larkB
The lark sang shrill the cock he crewC
And loudly Marmion's bugles blewC
And with their light and lively callD
Brought groom and yeoman to the stallD
Whistling they came and free of heartE
But soon their mood was changedF
Complaint was heard on every partE
Of something disarrangedE
Some clamoured loud for armour lostE
Some brawled and wrangled with the hostE
By Becket's bones cried one I fearG
That some false Scot has stol'n my spearG
Young Blount Lord Marmion's second squireH
Found his steed wet with sweat and mireH
Although the rated horse boy swareH
Last night he dressed him sleek and fairH
While chafed the impatient squire like thunderH
Old Hubert shouts in fear and wonderH
Help gentle Blount help comrades allD
Bevis lies dying in his stallD
To Marmion who the plight dare tellI
Of the good steed he loves so wellI
Gaping for fear and ruth they sawJ
The charger panting on his strawJ
Till one who would seem wisest criedE
What else but evil could betideE
With that cursed Palmer for our guideE
Better we had through mire and bushK
Been lantern led by Friar RushL
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Fitz Eustace who the cause but guessedE
Nor wholly understoodE
His comrades' clamorous plaints suppressedE
He knew Lord Marmion's moodE
Him ere he issued forth he soughtE
And found deep plunged in gloomy thoughtE
And did his tale displayM
Simply as if he knew of noughtE
To cause such disarrayM
Lord Marmion gave attention coldE
Nor marvelled at the wonders toldE
Passed them as accidents of courseN
And bade his clarions sound to horseN
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Young Henry Blount meanwhile the costE
Had reckoned with their Scottish hostE
And as the charge he cast and paidE
Ill thou deserv'st thy hire he saidE
Dost see thou knave my horse's plightE
Fairies have ridden him all the nightE
And left him in a foamO
I trust that soon a conjuring bandE
With English cross and blazing brandE
Shall drive the devils from this landE
To their infernal homeO
For in this haunted den I trowH
All night they trampled to and froH
The laughing host looked on the hireH
Gramercy gentle southern squireH
And if thou com'st among the restE
With Scottish broadsword to be blestE
Sharp be the brand and sure the blowH
And short the pang to undergoH
Here stayed their talk for MarmionP
Gave now the signal to set onQ
The Palmer showing forth the wayM
They journeyed all the morning dayM
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The greensward way was smooth and goodE
Through Humbie's and through Saltoun's woodE
A forest glade which varying stillS
Here gave a view of dale and hillS
There narrower closed till overheadE
A vaulted screen the branches madeE
A pleasant path Fitz Eustace saidE
Such as where errant knights might seeT
Adventures of high chivalryT
Might meet some damsel flying fastE
With hair unbound and looks aghastE
And smooth and level course were hereH
In her defence to break a spearH
Here too are twilight nooks and dellsT
And oft in such the story tellsT
The damsel kind from danger freedE
Did grateful pay her champion's meedE
He spoke to cheer Lord Marmion's mindE
Perchance to show his lore designedE
For Eustace much had poredE
Upon a huge romantic tomeO
In the hall window of his homeO
Imprinted at the antique domeO
Of Caxton or De WordeE
Therefore he spoke but spoke in vainU
For Marmion answered nought againV
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Now sudden distant trumpets shrillS
In notes prolonged by wood and hillS
Were heard to echo farH
Each ready archer grasped his bowW
But by the flourish soon they knowH
They breathed no point of warH
Yet cautious as in foeman's landE
Lord Marmion's order speeds the bandE
Some opener ground to gainU
And scarce a furlong had they rodeE
When thinner trees receding showedE
A little woodland plainU
Just in that advantageous gladeE
The halting troop a line had madeE
As forth from the opposing shadeE
Issued a gallant trainU
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First came the trumpets at whose clangX
So late the forest echoes rangX
On prancing steeds they forward pressedE
With scarlet mantle azure vestE
Each at his trump a banner woreH
Which Scotland's royal scutcheon boreH
Heralds and pursuivants by nameY
Bute Islay Marchmount Rothsay cameY
In painted tabards proudly showingZ
Gules argent or and azure glowingZ
Attendant on a king at armsT
Whose hand the armorial truncheon heldE
That feudal strife had often quelledE
When wildest its alarmsT
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He was a man of middle ageA2
In aspect manly grave and sageA2
As on king's errand comeB2
But in the glances of his eyeR
A penetrating keen and slyR
Expression found its homeO
The flash of that satiric rageA2
Which bursting on the early stageA2
Branded the vices of the ageA2
And broke the keys of RomeO
On milk white palfrey forth he pacedE
His cap of maintenance was gracedE
With the proud heron plumeC2
From his steed's shoulder loin and breastE
Silk housings swept the groundE
With Scotland's arms device and crestE
Embroidered round and roundE
The double tressure might you seeT
First by Achaius borneD2
The thistle and the fleur de lisT
And gallant unicornD2
So bright the king's armorial coatE
That scarce the dazzled eye could noteE
In living colours blazoned braveR
The lion which his title gaveR
A train which well beseemed his stateE
But all unarmed around him waitE
Still is thy name in high accountE
And still thy verse has charmsT
Sir David Lindesay of the MountE
Lord Lion King at ArmsT
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Down from his horse did Marmion springZ
Soon as he saw the Lion KingZ
For well the stately baron knewC
To him such courtesy was dueC
Whom royal James himself had crownedE
And on his temples placed the roundE
Of Scotland's ancient diademE2
And wet his brow with hallowed wineF2
And on his finger given to shineF2
The emblematic gemE2
Their mutual greetings duly madeE
The Lion thus his message saidE
Though Scotland's king hath deeply sworeH
Ne'er to knit faith with Henry moreH
And strictly hath forbid resortE
From England to his royal courtE
Yet for he knows Lord Marmion's nameY
And honours much his warlike fameY
My liege hath deemed it shame and lackG2
Of courtesy to turn him backG2
And by his order I your guideE
Must lodging fit and fair provideE
Till finds King James meet time to seeT
The flower of English chivalryT
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Though inly chafed at this delayM
Lord Marmion bears it as he mayM
The Palmer his mysterious guideE
Beholding thus his place suppliedE
Sought to take leave in vainU
Strict was the Lion King's commandE
That none who rode in Marmion's bandE
Should sever from the trainU
England has here enow of spiesT
In Lady Heron's witching eyesT
To Marchmount thus apart he saidE
But fair pretext to Marmion madeE
The right hand path they now declineF2
And trace against the stream the TyneF2
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At length up that wild dale they windE
Where Crichtoun Castle crowns the bankH2
For there the Lion's care assignedE
A lodging meet for Marmion's rankH2
That castle rises on the steepI2
Of the green vale of TyneF2
And far beneath where slow they creepI2
From pool to eddy dark and deepI2
Where alders moist and willows weepI2
You hear her streams repineF2
The towers in different ages roseT
Their various architecture showsT
The builders' various handsT
A mighty mass that could opposeT
When deadliest hatred fired its foesT
The vengeful Douglas bandsT
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Crichtoun though now thy miry courtE
But pens the lazy steer and sheepI2
Thy turrets rude and tottered keepI2
Have been the minstrel's loved resortE
Oft have I traced within thy fortE
Of mouldering shields the mystic senseT
Scutcheons of honour or pretenceT
Quartered in old armorial sortE
Remains of rude magnificenceT
Nor wholly yet had time defacedE
Thy lordly gallery fairH
Nor yet the stony cord unbracedE
Whose twisted knots with roses lacedE
Adorn thy ruined stairH
Still rises unimpaired belowH
The courtyard's graceful porticoH
Above its cornice row and rowH
Of fair hewn facets richly showH
Their pointed diamond formJ2
Though there but houseless cattle goH
To shield them from the stormJ2
And shuddering still may we exploreH
Where oft whilom were captives pentE
The darkness of thy massy moreH
Or from thy grass grown battlementE
May trace in undulating lineF2
The sluggish mazes of the TyneF2
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Another aspect Crichtoun showedE
As through its portal Marmion rodeE
But yet 'twas melancholy stateE
Received him at the outer gateE
For none were in the castle thenF2
But women boys or aged menF2
With eyes scarce dried the sorrowing dameY
To welcome noble Marmion cameY
Her son a stripling twelve years oldE
Proffered the baron's rein to holdE
For each man that could draw a swordE
Had marched that morning with their lordE
Earl Adam Hepburn he who diedE
On Flodden by his sovereign's sideE
Long may his lady look in vainF2
She ne'er shall see his gallant trainF2
Come sweeping back through Crichtoun DeanF2
'Twas a brave race before the nameY
Of hated Bothwell stained their fameY
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And here two days did Marmion restE
With every rite that honour claimsT
Attended as the king's own guestE
Such the command of royal JamesT
Who marshalled then his land's arrayM
Upon the Borough Moor that layM
Perchance he would not foeman's eyeR
Upon his gathering host should pryR
Till full prepared was every bandE
To march against the English landE
Here while they dwelt did Lindesay's witE
Oft cheer the baron's moodier fitE
And in his turn he knew to prizeT
Lord Marmion's powerful mind and wiseT
Trained in the lore of Rome and GreeceT
And policies of war and peaceT
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It chanced as fell the second nightE
That on the battlements they walkedE
And by the slowly fading nightE
Of varying topics talkedE
And unaware the herald bardE
Said Marmion might his toil have sparedE
In travelling so farH
For that a messenger from heavenF2
In vain to James had counsel givenF2
Against the English warH
And closer questioned thus he toldE
A tale which chronicles of oldE
In Scottish story have enrolledE
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SIR DAVID LINDESAY'S TALEK2
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Of all the palaces so fairH
Built for the royal dwellingZ
In Scotland far beyond compareH
Linlithgow is excellingZ
And in its park in jovial JuneF2
How sweet the merry linnet's tuneF2
How blithe the blackbird's layM
The wild buck bells from ferny brakeL2
The coot dives merry on the lakeL2
The saddest heart might pleasure takeL2
To see all nature gayM
But June is to our sovereign dearH
The heaviest month in all the yearH
Too well his cause of grief you knowH
June saw his father's overthrowH
Woe to the traitors who could bringZ
The princely boy against his kingZ
Still in his conscience burns the stingZ
In offices as strict as LentE
King James's June is ever spentE
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When last this ruthful month was comeB2
And in Linlithgow's holy domeO
The King as wont was prayingZ
While for his royal father's soulM2
The chanters sung the bells did tollM2
The bishop mass was sayingZ
For now the year brought round againF2
The day the luckless king was slainF2
In Katharine's aisle the monarch kneltE
With sackcloth shirt and iron beltE
And eyes with sorrow streamingZ
Around him in their stalls of stateE
The Thistle's knight companions sateE
Their banners o'er them beamingZ
I too was there and sooth to tellI
Bedeafened with the jangling knellI
Was watching where the sunbeams fellI
Through the stained casement gleamingZ
But while I marked what next befellI
It seemed as I were dreamingZ
Stepped from the crowd a ghostly wightE
In azure gown with cincture whiteE
His forehead bald his head was bareH
Down hung at length his yellow hairH
Now mock me not when good my lordE
I pledged to you my knightly wordE
That when I saw his placid graceT
His simple majesty of faceT
His solemn bearing and his paceT
So stately gliding onF2
Seemed to me ne'er did limner paintE
So just an image of the SaintE
Who propped the Virgin in her faintE
The loved Apostle JohnF2
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He stepped before the monarch's chairH
And stood with rustic plainness thereH
And little reverence madeE
Nor head nor body bowed nor bentE
But on the desk his arm he leantE
And words like these he saidE
In a low voice but never toneF2
So thrilled through vein and nerve and boneF2
'My mother sent me from afarH
Sir King to warn thee not to warH
Woe waits on thine arrayM
If war thou wilt of woman fairH
Her witching wiles and wanton snareH
James Stuart doubly warned bewareH
God keep thee as he may '-
The wondering monarch seemed to seekN2
For answer and found noneF2
And when he raised his head to speakN2
The monitor was goneF2
The marshal and myself had castE
To stop him as he outward passedE
But lighter than the whirlwind's blastE
He vanished from our eyesT
Like sunbeam on the billow castE
That glances but and diesT
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While Lindesay told his marvel strangeO2
The twilight was so paleK2
He marked not Marmion's colour changeO2
While listening to the taleK2
But after a suspended pauseT
The baron spoke Of Nature's lawsT
So strong I held the forceT
That never superhuman causeT
Could e'er control their courseT
And three days since had judged your aimY
Was but to make your guest your gameY
But I have seen since passed the TweedE
What much has changed my sceptic creedE
And made me credit aught He stayedE
And seemed to wish his words unsaidE
But by that strong emotion pressedE
Which prompts us to unload our breastE
E'en when discovery's painF2
To Lindesay did at length unfoldE
The tale his village host had toldE
At Gifford to his trainF2
Nought of the Palmer says he thereH
And nought of Constance or of ClareH
The thoughts which broke his sleep he seemsT
To mention but as feverish dreamsT
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In vain said he to rest I spreadE
My burning limbs and couched my headE
Fantastic thoughts returnedE
And by their wild dominion ledE
My heart within me burnedE
So sore was the delirious goadE
I took my steed and forth I rodeE
And as the moon shone bright and coldE
Soon reached the camp upon the woldE
The southern entrance I passed throughC
And halted and my bugle blewC
Methought an answer met my earH
Yet was the blast so low and drearH
So hollow and so faintly blownF2
It might be echo of my ownF2
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Thus judging for a little spaceT
I listened ere I left the placeT
But scarce could trust my eyesT
Nor yet can think they served me trueH
When sudden in the ring I viewH
In form distinct of shape and hueH
A mounted champion riseT
I've fought Lord Lion many a dayM
In single fight and mixed affrayH
And ever I myself may sayM
Have borne me as a knightE
But when this unexpected foeR
Seemed starting from the gulf belowR
I care not though the truth I showR
I trembled with affrightE
And as I placed in rest my spearH
My hand so shook for very fearH
I scarce could couch it rightE
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Why need my tongue the issue tellI
We ran our course my charger fellI
What could he 'gainst the shock of hellI
I rolled upon the plainF2
High o'er my head with threatening handE
The spectre took his naked brandE
Yet did the worst remainF2
My dazzled eyes I upward castE
Not opening hell itself could blastE
Their sight like what I sawM
Full on his face the moonbeam strookN2
A face could never be mistookN2
I knew the stern vindictive lookN2
And held my breath for aweP2
I saw the face of one who fledE
To foreign climes has long been deadE
I well believe the lastE
For ne'er from vizor raised did stareH
A human warrior with a glareH
So grimly and so ghastE
Thrice o'er my head he shook the bladeE
But when to good Saint George I prayedE
The first time e'er I asked his aidE
He plunged it in the sheathQ2
And on his courser mounting lightE
He seemed to vanish from my sightE
The moonbeam drooped and deepest nightE
Sunk down upon the heathQ2
'Twere long to tell what cause I haveR
To know his face that met me thereH
Called by his hatred from the graveR
To cumber upper airH
Dead or alive good cause had heT
To be my mortal enemyT
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Marvelled Sir David of the MountE
Then learned in story 'gan recountE
Such chance had happed of oldE
When once near Norham there did fightE
A spectre fell of fiendish mightE
In likeness of a Scottish knightE
With Brian Bulmer boldE
And trained him nigh to disallowW
The aid of his baptismal vowW
And such a phantom too 'tis saidE
With Highland broadsword targe and plaidE
And fingers red with goreH
Is seen in Rothiemurcus gladeE
Or where the sable pine trees shadeE
Dark Tomantoul and AuchnaslaidE
Dromunchty or GlenmoreH
And yet whate'er such legends sayM
Of warlike demon ghost or fayM
On mountain moor or plainF2
Spotless in faith in bosom boldE
True son of chivalry should holdE
These midnight terrors vainF2
For seldom hath such spirit powerH
To harm save in the evil hourH
When guilt we meditate withinF2
Or harbour unrepented sinF2
Lord Marmion turned him half asideE
And twice to clear his voice he triedE
Then pressed Sir David's handE
But nought at length in answer saidE
And here their farther converse stayedE
Each ordering that his bandE
Should bowne them with the rising dayM
To Scotland's camp to take their wayM
Such was the King's commandE
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Early they took Dunedin's roadE
And I could trace each step they trodeE
Hill brook nor dell nor rock nor stoneF2
Lies on the path to me unknownF2
Much might it boast of storied loreH
But passing such digression o'erH
Suffice it that their route was laidE
Across the furzy hills of BraidE
They passed the glen and scanty rillS
And climbed the opposing bank untilS
They gained the top of Blackford HillS
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Blackford on whose uncultured breastE
Among the broom and thorn and whinF2
A truant boy I sought the nestE
Or listed as I lay at restE
While rose on breezes thinF2
The murmur of the city crowdE
And from his steeple jangling loudE
Saint Giles's mingling dinF2
Now from the summit to the plainF2
Waves all the hill with yellow grainF2
And o'er the landscape as I lookN2
Nought do I see unchanged remainF2
Save the rude cliffs and chiming brookN2
To me they make a heavy moanF2
Of early friendships past and goneF2
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But different far the change has beenF2
Since Marmion from the crownF2
Of Blackford saw that martial sceneF2
Upon the bent so brownF2
Thousand pavilions white as snowF2
Spread all the Borough Moor belowF2
Upland and dale and downF2
A thousand did I say I weenF2
Thousands on thousands there were seenF2
That chequered all the heath betweenF2
The streamlet and the townF2
In crossing ranks extending farH
Forming a camp irregularH
Oft giving way where still there stoodE
Some relics of the old oak woodE
That darkly huge did interveneF2
And tamed the glaring white with greenF2
In these extended lines there layM
A martial kingdom's vast arrayM
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For from Hebudes dark with rainF2
To eastern Lodon's fertile plainF2
And from the southern Redswire edgeR2
To farthest Rosse's rocky ledgeR2
From west to east from south to northS2
Scotland sent all her warriors forthS2
Marmion might hear the mingled humB2
Of myriads up the mountain comeB2
The horses' tramp and tingling clankN2
Where chiefs reviewed their vassal rankN2
And charger's shrilling neighM
And see the shifting lines advanceM
While frequent flashed from shield and lanceM
The sun's reflected rayM
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Thin curling in the morning airH
The wreaths of failing smoke declareH
To embers now the brands decayedE
Where the night watch their fires had madeE
They saw slow rolling on the plainF2
Full many a baggage cart and wainF2
And dire artillery's clumsy carH
By sluggish oxen tugged to warH
And there were Borthwick's Sisters SevenF2
And culverins which France had givenF2
Ill omened gift the guns remainF2
The conqueror's spoil on Flodden plainF2
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Nor marked they less where in the airH
A thousand streamers flaunted fairH
Various in shape device and hueH
Green sanguine purple red and blueH
Broad narrow swallow tailed and squareH
Scroll pennon pensil bandrol thereH
O'er the pavilions flewH
Highest and midmost was descriedE
The royal banner floating wideE
The staff a pine tree strong and straightE
Pitched deeply in a massive stoneF2
Which still in memory is shownF2
Yet bent beneath the standard's weightE
Whene'er the western wind unrolledE
With toil the huge and cumbrous foldE
And gave to view the dazzling fieldE
Where in proud Scotland's royal shieldE
The ruddy lion ramped in goldE
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Lord Marmion viewed the landscape brightE
He viewed it with a chief's delightE
Until within him burned his heartE
And lightning from his eye did partE
As on the battle dayE
Such glance did falcon never dartE
When stooping on his preyE
Oh well Lord Lion hast thou saidE
Thy king from warfare to dissuadeE
Were but a vain essayE
For by Saint George were that host mineF2
Not power infernal nor divineF2
Should once to peace my soul inclineF2
Till I had dimmed their armour's shineF2
In glorious battle frayE
Answered the bard of milder moodE
Fair is the sight and yet 'twere goodE
That kings would think withalH
When peace and wealth their land has blessedE
'Tis better to sit still at restE
Than rise perchance to fallH
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Still on the spot Lord Marmion stayedE
For fairer scene he ne'er surveyedE
When sated with the martial showF2
That peopled all the plain belowF2
The wandering eye could o'er it goF2
And mark the distant city glowF2
With gloomy splendour redE
For on the smoke wreaths huge and slowF2
That round her sable turrets flowF2
The morning beams were shedE
And tinged them with a lustre proudE
Like that which streaks a thunder cloudE
Such dusky grandeur clothed the heightE
Where the huge castle holds its stateE
And all the steep slope downF2
Whose ridgy back heaves to the skyN2
Piled deep and massy close and highN2
Mine own romantic townF2
But northward far with purer blazeE
On Ochil mountains fell the raysE
And as each heathy top they kissedE
It gleamed a purple amethystE
Yonder the shores of Fife you sawE
Here Preston Bay and Berwick LawE
And broad between them rolledE
The gallant Frith the eye might noteE
Whose islands on its bosom floatE
Like emeralds chased in goldE
Fitz Eustace' heart felt closely pentE
As if to give his rapture ventE
The spur he to his charger lentE
And raised his bridle handE
And making demivolte in airH
Cried Where's the coward that would not dareH
To fight for such a landE
The Lindesay smiled his joy to seeE
Nor Marmion's frown repressed his gleeE
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Thus while they looked a flourish proudE
Where mingled trump and clarion loudE
And fife and kettle drumB2
And sackbut deep and psalteryH
And war pipe with discordant cryH
And cymbal clattering to the skyH
Making wild music bold and highH
Did up the mountain comeB2
The whilst the bells with distant chimeT2
Merrily tolled the hour of primeT2
And thus the Lindesay spokeN2
Thus clamour still the war notes whenF2
The King to mass his way has ta'enF2
Or to St Katharine's of SienneF2
Or chapel of Saint RocqueN2
To you they speak of martial fameY
But me remind of peaceful gameY
When blither was their cheerH
Thrilling in Falkland woods the airH
In signal none his steed should spareH
But strive which foremost might repairH
To the downfall of the deerH
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Nor less he said when looking forthS2
I view yon empress of the NorthS2
Sit on her hilly throneF2
Her palace's imperial bowersE
Her castle proof to hostile powersE
Her stately halls and holy towersE
Nor less he said I moanF2
To think what woe mischance may bringN2
And how these merry bells may ringN2
The death dirge of our gallant kingN2
Or with the 'larum callH
The burghers forth to watch and wardE
'Gainst Southern sack and fires to guardE
Dunedin's leaguered wallH
But not for my presaging thoughtE
Dream conquest sure or cheaply boughtE
Lord Marmion I say nayF2
God is the guider of the fieldE
He breaks the champion's spear and shieldE
But thou thyself shalt sayF2
When joins yon host in deadly stowreH
That England's dames must weep in bowerH
Her monks the death mass singN2
For never saw'st thou such a powerH
Led on by such a kingN2
And now down winding to the plainF2
The barriers of the camp they gainF2
And there they made a stayF2
There stays the minstrel till he flingN2
His hand o'er every Border stringN2
And fit his harp the pomp to singN2
Of Scotland's ancient court and kingN2
In the succeeding layF2

Walter Scott (sir)



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