Marmion: Canto V. - The Court Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| The train has left the hills of Braid | B |
| The barrier guard have open made | B |
| So Lindesay bade the palisade | B |
| That closed the tented ground | C |
| Their men the warders backward drew | D |
| And carried pikes as they rode through | D |
| Into its ample bound | C |
| Fast ran the Scottish warriors there | E |
| Upon the Southern band to stare | E |
| And envy with their wonder rose | F |
| To see such well appointed foes | F |
| Such length of shaft such mighty bows | G |
| So huge that many simply thought | H |
| But for a vaunt such weapons wrought | H |
| And little deemed their force to feel | I |
| Through links of mail and plates of steel | I |
| When rattling upon Flodden vale | J |
| The clothyard arrows flew like hail | J |
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| II | A |
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| Nor less did Marmion's skilful view | D |
| Glance every line and squadron through | D |
| And much he marvelled one small land | K |
| Could marshal forth such various band | K |
| For men at arms were here | L |
| Heavily sheathed in mail and plate | M |
| Like iron towers for strength and weight | M |
| On Flemish steeds of bone and height | N |
| With battle axe and spear | O |
| Young knights and squires a lighter train | P |
| Practised their chargers on the plain | P |
| By aid of leg of hand and rein | P |
| Each warlike feat to show | Q |
| To pass to wheel the croupe to gain | P |
| The high curvet that not in vain | P |
| The sword sway might descend amain | P |
| On foeman's casque below | Q |
| He saw the hardy burghers there | E |
| March armed on foot with faces bare | E |
| For vizor they wore none | P |
| Nor waving plume nor crest of knight | N |
| But burnished were their corslets bright | N |
| Their brigantines and gorgets light | N |
| Like very silver shone | P |
| Long pikes they had for standing fight | N |
| Two handed swords they wore | R |
| And many wielded mace of weight | M |
| And bucklers bright they bore | R |
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| III | A |
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| On foot the yeomen too but dressed | S |
| In his steel jack a swarthy vest | S |
| With iron quilted well | T |
| Each at his back a slender store | R |
| His forty days' provision bore | R |
| As feudal statutes tell | T |
| His arms were halbert axe or spear | O |
| A crossbow there a hagbut here | L |
| A dagger knife and brand | K |
| Sober he seemed and sad of cheer | O |
| As loth to leave his cottage dear | O |
| And march to foreign strand | K |
| Or musing who would guide his steer | O |
| To till the fallow land | K |
| Yet deem not in his thoughtful eye | A |
| Did aught of dastard terror lie | A |
| More dreadful far his ire | U |
| Than theirs who scorning danger's name | V |
| In eager mood to battle came | V |
| Their valour like light straw on flame | V |
| A fierce but fading fire | W |
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| IV | D |
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| Not so the Borderer bred to war | R |
| He knew the battle's din afar | X |
| And joyed to hear it swell | T |
| His peaceful day was slothful ease | Y |
| Nor harp nor pipe his ear could please | Y |
| Like the loud slogan yell | T |
| On active steed with lance and blade | B |
| The light armed pricker plied his trade | B |
| Let nobles fight for fame | V |
| Let vassals follow where they lead | Z |
| Burghers to guard their townships bleed | A2 |
| But war's the Borderer's game | V |
| Their gain their glory their delight | N |
| To sleep the day maraud the night | N |
| O'er mountain moss and moor | B2 |
| Joyful to fight they took their way | C2 |
| Scarce caring who might win the day | C2 |
| Their booty was secure | B2 |
| These as Lord Marmion's train passed by | A |
| Looked on at first with careless eye | A |
| Nor marvelled aught well taught to know | Q |
| The form and force of English bow | D2 |
| But when they saw the lord arrayed | B |
| In splendid arms and rich brocade | B |
| Each Borderer to his kinsman said | Z |
| Hist Ringan seest thou there | E |
| Canst guess which road they'll homeward ride | E2 |
| Oh could we but on Border side | E2 |
| By Eusedale glen or Liddell's tide | E2 |
| Beset a prize so fair | E |
| That fangless Lion too their guide | E2 |
| Might chance to lose his glistering hide | E2 |
| Brown Maudlin of that doublet pied | E2 |
| Could make a kirtle rare | E |
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| V | D |
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| Next Marmion marked the Celtic race | F2 |
| Of different language form and face | F2 |
| Avarious race of man | P |
| Just then the chiefs their tribes arrayed | B |
| And wild and garish semblance made | B |
| The chequered trews and belted plaid | G2 |
| And varying notes the war pipes brayed | G2 |
| To every varying clan | P |
| Wild through their red or sable hair | E |
| Looked out their eyes with savage stare | E |
| On Marmion as he passed | G2 |
| Their legs above the knee were bare | E |
| Their frame was sinewy short and spare | E |
| And hardened to the blast | G2 |
| Of taller race the chiefs they own | P |
| Were by the eagle's plumage known | P |
| The hunted red deer's undressed hide | G2 |
| Their hairy buskins well supplied | G2 |
| The graceful bonnet decked their head | G2 |
| Back from their shoulders hung the plaid | G2 |
| A broadsword of unwieldy length | H2 |
| A dagger proved for edge and strength | H2 |
| A studded targe they wore | R |
| And quivers bows and shafts but oh | Q |
| Short was the shaft and weak the bow | D2 |
| To that which England bore | R |
| The Islesmen carried at their backs | I2 |
| The ancient Danish battle axe | I2 |
| They raised a wild and wondering cry | A |
| As with his guide rode Marmion by | A |
| Loud were their clamouring tongues as when | P |
| The clanging sea fowl leave the fen | P |
| And with their cries discordant mixed | G2 |
| Grumbled and yelled the pipes betwixt | G2 |
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| VI | A |
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| Thus through the Scottish camp they passed | G2 |
| And reached the city gate at last | G2 |
| Where all around a wakeful guard | G2 |
| Armed burghers kept their watch and ward | G2 |
| Well had they cause of jealous fear | O |
| When lay encamped in field so near | O |
| The Borderer and the Mountaineer | O |
| As through the bustling streets they go | Q |
| All was alive with martial show | Q |
| At every turn with dinning clang | J2 |
| The armourer's anvil clashed and rang | J2 |
| Or toiled the swarthy smith to wheel | I |
| The bar that arms the charger's heel | I |
| Or axe or falchion to the side | G2 |
| Of jarring grindstone was applied | G2 |
| Page groom and squire with hurrying pace | F2 |
| Through street and lane and market place | F2 |
| Bore lance or casque or sword | G2 |
| While burghers with important face | F2 |
| Described each new come lord | G2 |
| Discussed his lineage told his name | V |
| His following and his warlike fame | V |
| The Lion led to lodging meet | G2 |
| Which high o'erlooked the crowded street | G2 |
| There must the baron rest | G2 |
| Till past the hour of vesper tide | G2 |
| And then to Holyrood must ride | G2 |
| Such was the king's behest | G2 |
| Meanwhile the Lion's care assigns | K2 |
| A banquet rich and costly wines | K2 |
| To Marmion and his train | P |
| And when the appointed hour succeeds | L2 |
| The baron dons his peaceful weeds | L2 |
| And following Lindesay as he leads | L2 |
| The palace halls they gain | P |
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| VII | A |
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| Old Holyrood rung merrily | D |
| That night with wassail mirth and glee | D |
| King James within her princely bower | W |
| Feasted the chiefs of Scotland's power | W |
| Summoned to spend the parting hour | W |
| For he had charged that his array | C2 |
| Should southward march by break of day | C2 |
| Well loved that splendid monarch aye | A |
| The banquet and the song | M2 |
| By day the tourney and by night | G2 |
| The merry dance traced fast and light | G2 |
| The maskers quaint the pageant bright | G2 |
| The revel loud and long | M2 |
| This feast outshone his banquets past | G2 |
| It was his blithest and his last | G2 |
| The dazzling lamps from gallery gay | C2 |
| Cast on the Court a dancing ray | C2 |
| Here to the harp did minstrels sing | N2 |
| There ladies touched a softer string | N2 |
| With long eared cap and motley vest | G2 |
| The licensed fool retailed his jest | G2 |
| His magic tricks the juggler plied | G2 |
| At dice and draughts the gallants vied | G2 |
| While some in close recess apart | G2 |
| Courted the ladies of their heart | G2 |
| Nor courted them in vain | P |
| For often in the parting hour | W |
| Victorious Love asserts his power | W |
| O'er coldness and disdain | P |
| And flinty is her heart can view | A |
| To battle march a lover true | A |
| Can hear perchance his last adieu | A |
| Nor own her share of pain | P |
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| VIII | A |
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| Through this mixed crowd of glee and game | V |
| The King to greet Lord Marmion came | V |
| While reverent all made room | O2 |
| An easy task it was I trow | Q |
| King James's manly form to know | Q |
| Although his courtesy to show | Q |
| He doffed to Marmion bending low | Q |
| His broidered cap and plume | O2 |
| For royal was his garb and mien | P |
| His cloak of crimson velvet piled | G2 |
| Trimmed with the fur of martin wild | G2 |
| His vest of changeful satin sheen | P |
| The dazzled eye beguiled | G2 |
| His gorgeous collar hung adown | P |
| Wrought with the badge of Scotland's crown | P |
| The thistle brave of old renown | P |
| His trusty blade Toledo right | G2 |
| Descended from a baldric bright | G2 |
| White were his buskins on the heel | I |
| His spurs inlaid of gold and steel | I |
| His bonnet all of crimson fair | E |
| Was buttoned with a ruby rare | E |
| And Marmion deemed he ne'er had seen | P |
| A prince of such a noble mien | P |
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| IX | L2 |
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| The monarch's form was middle size | L2 |
| For feat of strength or exercise | L2 |
| Shaped in proportion fair | E |
| And hazel was his eagle eye | A |
| And auburn of the darkest dye | A |
| His short curled beard and hair | E |
| Light was his footstep in the dance | L2 |
| And firm his stirrup in the lists | L2 |
| And oh he had that merry glance | L2 |
| That seldom lady's heart resists | L2 |
| Lightly from fair to fair he flew | A |
| And loved to plead lament and sue | A |
| Suit lightly won and short lived pain | P |
| For monarchs seldom sigh in vain | P |
| I said he joyed in banquet bower | W |
| But 'mid his mirth 'twas often strange | P2 |
| How suddenly his cheer would change | P2 |
| His look o'ercast and lower | W |
| If in a sudden turn he felt | G2 |
| The pressure of his iron belt | G2 |
| That bound his breast in penance pain | P |
| In memory of his father slain | P |
| Even so 'twas strange how evermore | R |
| Soon as the passing pang was o'er | W |
| Forward he rushed with double glee | D |
| Into the stream of revelry | D |
| Thus dim seen object of affright | G2 |
| Startles the courser in his flight | G2 |
| And half he halts half springs aside | G2 |
| But feels the quickening spur applied | G2 |
| And straining on the tightened rein | P |
| Scours doubly swift o'er hill and plain | P |
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| X | L2 |
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| O'er James's heart the courtiers say | L2 |
| Sir Hugh the Heron's wife held sway | L2 |
| To Scotland's Court she came | V |
| To be a hostage for her lord | G2 |
| Who Cessford's gallant heart had gored | G2 |
| And with the king to make accord | G2 |
| Had sent his lovely dame | V |
| Nor to that lady free alone | P |
| Did the gay king allegiance own | P |
| For the fair Queen of France | L2 |
| Sent him a turquoise ring and glove | A |
| And charged him as her knight and love | A |
| For her to break a lance | L2 |
| And strike three strokes with Scottish brand | G2 |
| And march three miles on Southron land | G2 |
| And bid the banners of his band | G2 |
| In English breezes dance | L2 |
| And thus for France's queen he drest | G2 |
| His manly limbs in mailed vest | G2 |
| And thus admitted English fair | E |
| His inmost counsels still to share | E |
| And thus for both he madly planned | G2 |
| The ruin of himself and land | G2 |
| And yet the sooth to tell | T |
| Nor England's fair nor France's Queen | P |
| Were worth one pearl drop bright and sheen | P |
| From Margaret's eyes that fell | T |
| His own Queen Margaret who in Lithgow's bower | W |
| All lonely sat and wept the weary hour | W |
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| XI | D |
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| The queen sits lone in Lithgow pile | Q2 |
| And weeps the weary day | G2 |
| The war against her native soil | R2 |
| Her monarch's risk in battle broil | R2 |
| And in gay Holyrood the while | Q2 |
| Dame Heron rises with a smile | Q2 |
| Upon the harp to play | G2 |
| Fair was her rounded arm as o'er | W |
| The strings her fingers flew | A |
| And as she touched and tuned them all | S2 |
| Ever her bosom's rise and fall | S2 |
| Was plainer given to view | A |
| For all for heat was laid aside | G2 |
| Her wimple and her hood untied | G2 |
| And first she pitched her voice to sing | N2 |
| Then glanced her dark eye on the king | N2 |
| And then around the silent ring | N2 |
| And laughed and blushed and oft did say | G2 |
| Her pretty oath By yea and nay | G2 |
| She could not would not durst not play | G2 |
| At length upon the harp with glee | D |
| Mingled with arch simplicity | D |
| A soft yet lively air she rung | T2 |
| While thus the wily lady sung | T2 |
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| XII LOCHINVAR | W |
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| Oh young Lochinvar is come out of the west | G2 |
| Through all the wide Border his steed was the best | G2 |
| And save his good broadsword he weapons had none | P |
| He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone | P |
| So faithful in love and so dauntless in war | W |
| There never was knight like the young Lochinvar | W |
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| He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone | P |
| He swam the Esk river where ford there was none | P |
| But ere he alighted at Netherby gate | G2 |
| The bride had consented the gallant came late | G2 |
| For a laggard in love and a dastard in war | W |
| Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar | W |
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| So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall | S2 |
| Among bride's men and kinsmen and brothers and all | S2 |
| Then spoke the bride's father his hand on his sword | G2 |
| For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word | G2 |
| Oh come ye in peace here or come ye in war | W |
| Or to dance at our bridal young Lord Lochinvar | W |
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| I long wooed your daughter my suit you denied | G2 |
| Love swells like the Solway but ebbs like its tide | G2 |
| And now am I come with this lost love of mine | P |
| To lead but one measure drink one cup of wine | P |
| There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far | W |
| That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar | W |
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| The bride kissed the goblet the knight took it up | U2 |
| He quaffed off the wine and he threw down the cup | U2 |
| She looked down to blush and she looked up to sigh | A |
| With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye | A |
| He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar | W |
| Now tread we a measure said young Lochinvar | W |
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| So stately his form and so lovely her face | L2 |
| That never a hall such a galliard did grace | L2 |
| While her mother did fret and her father did fume | O2 |
| And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume | O2 |
| And the bride's maidens whispered 'Twere better by far | W |
| To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar | W |
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| One touch to her hand and one word in her ear | W |
| When they reached the hall door and the charger stood near | W |
| So light to the croup the fair lady he swung | T2 |
| So light to the saddle before her he sprung | T2 |
| She is won we are gone over bank bush and scaur | W |
| They'll have fleet steeds that follow quoth young Lochinvar | W |
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| There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan | P |
| Forsters Fenwicks and Musgraves they rode and they ran | P |
| There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee | D |
| But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see | D |
| So daring in love and so dauntless in war | W |
| Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar | W |
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| XIII | D |
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| The monarch o'er the siren hung | T2 |
| And beat the measure as she sung | T2 |
| And pressing closer and more near | W |
| He whispered praises in her ear | W |
| In loud applause the courtiers vied | G2 |
| And ladies winked and spoke aside | G2 |
| The witching dame to Marmion threw | W |
| A glance where seemed to reign | P |
| The pride that claims applauses due | W |
| And of her royal conquest too | W |
| A real or feigned disdain | P |
| Familiar was the look and told | G2 |
| Marmion and she were friends of old | G2 |
| The king observed their meeting eyes | D |
| With something like displeased surprise | D |
| For monarchs ill can rivals brook | V2 |
| E'en in a word or smile or look | V2 |
| Straight took he forth the parchment broad | G2 |
| Which Marmion's high commission showed | G2 |
| Our Borders sacked by many a raid | G2 |
| Our peaceful liegemen robbed he said | G2 |
| On day of truce our warden slain | P |
| Stout Barton killed his vassals ta'en | P |
| Unworthy were we here to reign | P |
| Should these for vengeance cry in vain | P |
| Our full defiance hate and scorn | P |
| Our herald has to Henry borne | P |
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| XIV | A |
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| He paused and led where Douglas stood | G2 |
| And with stern eye the pageant viewed | G2 |
| I mean that Douglas sixth of yore | W |
| Who coronet of Angus bore | W |
| And when his blood and heart were high | A |
| Did the third James in camp defy | A |
| And all his minions led to die | A |
| On Lauder's dreary flat | G2 |
| Princes and favourites long grew tame | V |
| And trembled at the homely name | V |
| Of Archibald Bell the Cat | G2 |
| The same who left the dusky vale | J |
| Of Hermitage in Liddisdale | J |
| Its dungeons and its towers | D |
| Where Bothwell's turrets brave the air | W |
| And Bothwell bank is blooming fair | W |
| To fix his princely bowers | D |
| Though now in age he had laid down | P |
| His armour for the peaceful gown | P |
| And for a staff his brand | G2 |
| Yet often would flash forth the fire | W |
| That could in youth a monarch's ire | W |
| And minion's pride withstand | G2 |
| And e'en that day at council board | G2 |
| Unapt to soothe his sovereign's mood | G2 |
| Against the war had Angus stood | G2 |
| And chafed his royal lord | G2 |
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| XV | A |
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| His giant form like ruined tower | W |
| Though fall'n its muscles' brawny vaunt | G2 |
| Huge boned and tall and grim and gaunt | G2 |
| Seemed o'er the gaudy scene to lower | W |
| His locks and beard in silver grew | W |
| His eyebrows kept their sable hue | W |
| Near Douglas when the monarch stood | G2 |
| His bitter speech he thus pursued | G2 |
| Lord Marmion since these letters say | D |
| That in the north you needs must stay | D |
| While slightest hopes of peace remain | P |
| Uncourteous speech it were and stern | P |
| To say return to Lindisfarne | P |
| Until my herald come again | P |
| Then rest you in Tantallon Hold | G2 |
| Your host shall be the Douglas bold | G2 |
| A chief unlike his sires of old | G2 |
| He wears their motto on his blade | G2 |
| Their blazon o'er his towers displayed | G2 |
| Yet loves his sovereign to oppose | D |
| More than to face his country's foes | D |
| And I bethink me by Saint Stephen | P |
| But e'en this morn to me was given | P |
| A prize the first fruits of the war | W |
| Ta'en by a galley from Dunbar | W |
| A bevy of the maids of Heaven | P |
| Under your guard these holy maids | D |
| Shall safe return to cloister shades | D |
| And while they at Tantallon stay | D |
| Requiem for Cochrane's soul may say | D |
| And with the slaughtered favourite's name | V |
| Across the monarch's brow there came | V |
| A cloud of ire remorse and shame | V |
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| XVI | A |
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| In answer nought could Angus speak | W2 |
| His proud heart swelled well nigh to break | X2 |
| He turned aside and down his cheek | W2 |
| A burning tear there stole | J |
| His hand the monarch sudden took | V2 |
| That sight his kind heart could not brook | V2 |
| Now by the Bruce's soul | J |
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| Angus my hasty speech forgive | A |
| For sure as doth his spirit live | A |
| As he said of the Douglas old | G2 |
| I well may say of you | W |
| That never king did subject hold | G2 |
| In speech more free in war more bold | G2 |
| More tender and more true | W |
| Forgive me Douglas once again | P |
| And while the king his hand did strain | P |
| The old man's tears fell down like rain | P |
| To seize the moment Marmion tried | G2 |
| And whispered to the king aside | G2 |
| Oh let such tears unwonted plead | G2 |
| For respite short from dubious deed | G2 |
| A child will weep a bramble's smart | G2 |
| A maid to see her sparrow part | G2 |
| A stripling for a woman's heart | G2 |
| But woe awaits a country when | P |
| She sees the tears of bearded men | P |
| Then oh what omen dark and high | A |
| When Douglas wets his manly eye | A |
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| XVII | A |
| - | |
| Displeased was James that stranger viewed | G2 |
| And tampered with his changing mood | G2 |
| Laugh those that can weep those that may | D |
| Thus did the fiery monarch say | D |
| Southward I march by break of day | D |
| And if within Tantallon strong | M2 |
| The good Lord Marmion tarries long | M2 |
| Perchance our meeting next may fall | J |
| At Tamworth in his castle hall | J |
| The haughty Marmion felt the taunt | G2 |
| And answered grave the royal vaunt | G2 |
| Much honoured were my humble home | Y2 |
| If in its halls King James should come | Z2 |
| But Nottingham has archers good | G2 |
| And Yorkshire men are stern of mood | G2 |
| Northumbrian prickers wild and rude | G2 |
| On Derby hills the paths are steep | A3 |
| In Ouse and Tyne the fords are deep | A3 |
| And many a banner will be torn | P |
| And many a knight to earth be borne | P |
| And many a sheaf of arrows spent | G2 |
| Ere Scotland's king shall cross the Trent | G2 |
| Yet pause brave prince while yet you may | D |
| The monarch lightly turned away | D |
| And to his nobles loud did call | J |
| Lords to the dance a hall a hall | J |
| Himself his cloak and sword flung by | A |
| And led Dame Heron gallantly | J |
| And minstrels at the royal order | W |
| Rung out Blue Bonnets o'er the Border | W |
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| XVIII | A |
| - | |
| Leave we these revels now to tell | J |
| What to Saint Hilda's maids befell | J |
| Whose galley as they sailed again | P |
| To Whitby by a Scot was ta'en | P |
| Now at Dunedin did they bide | G2 |
| Till James should of their fate decide | G2 |
| And soon by his command | G2 |
| Were gently summoned to prepare | W |
| To journey under Marmion's care | W |
| As escort honoured safe and fair | W |
| Again to English land | G2 |
| The Abbess told her chaplet o'er | W |
| Nor knew which saint she should implore | W |
| For when she thought of Constance sore | W |
| She feared Lord Marmion's mood | G2 |
| And judge what Clara must have felt | G2 |
| The sword that hung in Marmion's belt | G2 |
| Had drunk De Wilton's blood | G2 |
| Unwittingly King James had given | P |
| As guard to Whitby's shades | D |
| The man most dreaded under heaven | P |
| By these defenceless maids | D |
| Yet what petition could avail | J |
| Or who would listen to the tale | J |
| Of woman prisoner and nun | P |
| 'Mid bustle of a war begun | P |
| They deemed it hopeless to avoid | G2 |
| The convoy of their dangerous guide | G2 |
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| XIX | D |
| - | |
| Their lodging so the king assigned | G2 |
| To Marmion's as their guardian joined | G2 |
| And thus it fell that passing nigh | A |
| The Palmer caught the Abbess' eye | A |
| Who warned him by a scroll | J |
| She had a secret to reveal | J |
| That much concerned the Church's weal | J |
| And health of sinner's soul | J |
| And with deep charge of secrecy | D |
| She named a place to meet | G2 |
| Within an open balcony | D |
| That hung from dizzy pitch and high | A |
| Above the stately street | G2 |
| To which as common to each home | Y2 |
| At night they might in secret come | Z2 |
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| XX | D |
| - | |
| At night in secret there they came | V |
| The Palmer and the holy dame | V |
| The moon among the clouds rose high | A |
| And all the city hum was by | A |
| Upon the street where late before | W |
| Did din of war and warriors roar | W |
| You might have heard a pebble fall | J |
| A beetle hum a cricket sing | N2 |
| An owlet flap his boding wing | N2 |
| On Giles's steeple tall | J |
| The antique buildings climbing high | A |
| Whose Gothic frontlets sought the sky | A |
| Were here wrapt deep in shade | G2 |
| There on their brows the moonbeam broke | B3 |
| Through the faint wreaths of silvery smoke | B3 |
| And on the casements played | G2 |
| And other light was none to see | D |
| Save torches gliding far | W |
| Before some chieftain of degree | D |
| Who left the royal revelry | D |
| To bowne him for the war | W |
| A solemn scene the Abbess chose | D |
| A solemn hour her secret to disclose | D |
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| XXI | D |
| - | |
| O holy Palmer she began | P |
| For sure he must be sainted man | P |
| Whose blessed feet have trod the ground | G2 |
| Where the Redeemer's tomb is found | G2 |
| For His dear Church's sake my tale | J |
| Attend nor deem of light avail | J |
| Though I must speak of worldly love | A |
| How vain to those who wed above | A |
| De Wilton and Lord Marmion wooed | G2 |
| Clara de Clare of Gloucester's blood | G2 |
| Idle it were of Whitby's dame | V |
| To say of that same blood I came | V |
| And once when jealous rage was high | A |
| Lord Marmion said despiteously | J |
| Wilton was traitor in his heart | G2 |
| And had made league with Martin Swart | G2 |
| When he came here on Simnel's part | G2 |
| And only cowardice did restrain | P |
| His rebel aid on Stokefield's plain | P |
| And down he threw his glove the thing | N2 |
| Was tried as wont before the king | N2 |
| Where frankly did De Wilton own | P |
| That Swart in Gueldres he had known | P |
| And that between them then there went | G2 |
| Some scroll of courteous compliment | G2 |
| For this he to his castle sent | G2 |
| But when his messenger returned | G2 |
| Judge how De Wilton's fury burned | G2 |
| For in his packet there were laid | G2 |
| Letters that claimed disloyal aid | G2 |
| And proved King Henry's cause betrayed | G2 |
| His fame thus blighted in the field | G2 |
| He strove to clear by spear and shield | G2 |
| To clear his fame in vain he strove | A |
| For wondrous are His ways above | A |
| Perchance some form was unobserved | G2 |
| Perchance in prayer or faith he swerved | G2 |
| Else how could guiltless champion quail | J |
| Or how the blessed ordeal fail | J |
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| - | |
| XXII | D |
| - | |
| 'His squire who now De Wilton saw | D |
| As recreant doomed to suffer law | D |
| Repentant owned in vain | P |
| That while he had the scrolls in care | W |
| A stranger maiden passing fair | W |
| Had drenched him with a beverage rare | W |
| His words no faith could gain | P |
| With Clare alone he credence won | P |
| Who rather than wed Marmion | P |
| Did to Saint Hilda's shrine repair | W |
| To give our house her livings fair | W |
| And die a vestal vot'ress there | W |
| The impulse from the earth was given | P |
| But bent her to the paths of heaven | P |
| A purer heart a lovelier maid | G2 |
| Ne'er sheltered her in Whitby's shade | G2 |
| No not since Saxon Edelfled | G2 |
| Only one trace of earthly strain | P |
| That for her lover's loss | D |
| She cherishes a sorrow vain | P |
| And murmurs at the cross | D |
| And then her heritage it goes | D |
| Along the banks of Tame | V |
| Deep fields of grain the reaper mows | D |
| In meadows rich the heifer lows | D |
| The falconer and huntsman knows | D |
| Its woodlands for the game | V |
| Shame were it to Saint Hilda dear | W |
| And I her humble vot'ress here | W |
| Should do a deadly sin | P |
| Her temple spoiled before mine eyes | D |
| If this false Marmion such a prize | D |
| By my consent should win | P |
| Yet hath our boisterous monarch sworn | P |
| That Clare shall from our house be torn | P |
| And grievous cause have I to fear | W |
| Such mandate doth Lord Marmion bear | W |
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| XXIII | D |
| - | |
| Now prisoner helpless and betrayed | G2 |
| To evil power I claim thine aid | G2 |
| By every step that thou hast trod | G2 |
| To holy shrine and grotto dim | C3 |
| By every martyr's tortured limb | C3 |
| By angel saint and seraphim | C3 |
| And by the Church of God | G2 |
| For mark When Wilton was betrayed | G2 |
| And with his squire forged letters laid | G2 |
| She was alas that sinful maid | G2 |
| By whom the deed was done | P |
| Oh shame and horror to be said | G2 |
| She was a perjured nun | P |
| No clerk in all the land like her | W |
| Traced quaint and varying character | W |
| Perchance you may a marvel deem | C3 |
| That Marmion's paramour | W |
| For such vile thing she was should scheme | C3 |
| Her lover's nuptial hour | W |
| But o'er him thus she hoped to gain | P |
| As privy to his honour's stain | P |
| Illimitable power | W |
| For this she secretly retained | G2 |
| Each proof that might the plot reveal | J |
| Instructions with his hand and seal | J |
| And thus Saint Hilda deigned | G2 |
| Through sinners' perfidy impure | W |
| Her house's glory to secure | W |
| And Clare's immortal weal | J |
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| XXIV | A |
| - | |
| 'Twere long and needless here to tell | J |
| How to my hand these papers fell | J |
| With me they must not stay | G2 |
| Saint Hilda keep her Abbess true | W |
| Who knows what outrage he might do | W |
| While journeying by the way | G2 |
| O blessed saint if e'er again | P |
| I venturous leave thy calm domain | P |
| To travel or by land or main | P |
| Deep penance may I pay | G2 |
| Now saintly Palmer mark my prayer | W |
| I give this packet to thy care | W |
| For thee to stop they will not dare | W |
| And oh with cautious speed | G2 |
| To Wolsey's hand the papers bring | N2 |
| That he may show them to the king | N2 |
| And for thy well earned meed | G2 |
| Thou holy man at Whitby's shrine | P |
| A weekly mass shall still be thine | P |
| While priests can sing and read | G2 |
| What ail'st thou Speak For as he took | V2 |
| The charge a strong emotion shook | V2 |
| His frame and ere reply | J |
| They heard a faint yet shrilly tone | P |
| Like distant clarion feebly blown | P |
| That on the breeze did die | J |
| And loud the Abbess shrieked in fear | W |
| Saint Withold save us What is here | W |
| Look at yon city cross | D |
| See on its battled tower appear | W |
| Phantoms that scutcheons seem to rear | W |
| And blazoned banners toss | D |
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| XXV | A |
| - | |
| Dunedin's Cross a pillared stone | P |
| Rose on a turret octagon | P |
| But now is razed that monument | G2 |
| Whence royal edict rang | J2 |
| And voice of Scotland's law was sent | G2 |
| In glorious trumpet clang | J2 |
| Oh be his tomb as lead to lead | G2 |
| Upon its dull destroyer's head | G2 |
| A minstrel's malison is said | G2 |
| Then on its battlements they saw | D |
| A vision passing Nature's law | D |
| Strange wild and dimly seen | P |
| Figures that seemed to rise and die | J |
| Gibber and sign advance and fly | J |
| While nought confirmed could ear or eye | J |
| Discern of sound or mien | P |
| Yet darkly did it seem as there | W |
| Heralds and pursuivants prepare | W |
| With trumpet sound and blazon fair | W |
| A summons to proclaim | C3 |
| But indistinct the pageant proud | G2 |
| As fancy forms of midnight cloud | G2 |
| When flings the moon upon her shroud | G2 |
| A wavering tinge of flame | C3 |
| It flits expands and shifts till loud | G2 |
| From midmost of the spectre crowd | G2 |
| This awful summons came | C3 |
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| XXVI | A |
| - | |
| Prince prelate potentate and peer | W |
| Whose names I now shall call | J |
| Scottish or foreigner give ear | W |
| Subjects of him who sent me here | W |
| At his tribunal to appear | W |
| I summon one and all | J |
| I cite you by each deadly sin | P |
| That e'er hath soiled your hearts within | P |
| I cite you by each brutal lust | G2 |
| That e'er defiled your earthly dust | G2 |
| By wrath by pride by fear | W |
| By each o'er mastering passion's tone | P |
| By the dark grave and dying groan | P |
| When forty days are passed and gone | P |
| I cite you at your monarch's throne | P |
| To answer and appear | W |
| Then thundered forth a roll of names | D |
| The first was thine unhappy James | D |
| Then all thy nobles came | C3 |
| Crawford Glencairn Montrose Argyle | J |
| Ross Bothwell Forbes Lennox Lyle | J |
| Why should I tell their separate style | J |
| Each chief of birth and fame | C3 |
| Of Lowland Highland Border Isle | J |
| Foredoomed to Flodden's carnage pile | J |
| Was cited there by name | C3 |
| And Marmion Lord of Fontenaye | J |
| Of Lutterward and Scrivelbaye | J |
| De Wilton erst of Aberley | J |
| The self same thundering voice did say | G2 |
| But then another spoke | B3 |
| Thy fatal summons I deny | J |
| And thine infernal lord defy | J |
| Appealing me to Him on high | J |
| Who burst the sinner's yoke | B3 |
| At that dread accent with a scream | C3 |
| Parted the pageant like a dream | C3 |
| The summoner was gone | P |
| Prone on her face the Abbess fell | J |
| And fast and fast her beads did tell | J |
| Her nuns came startled by the yell | J |
| And found her there alone | P |
| She marked not at the scene aghast | G2 |
| What time or how the Palmer passed | G2 |
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| XXVII | J |
| - | |
| Shift we the scene The camp doth move | J |
| Dunedin's streets are empty now | P |
| Save when for weal of those they love | J |
| To pray the prayer and vow the vow | P |
| The tottering child the anxious fair | W |
| The grey haired sire with pious care | W |
| To chapels and to shrines repair | W |
| Where is the Palmer now and where | W |
| The Abbess Marmion and Clare | W |
| Bold Douglas to Tantallon fair | W |
| They journey in thy charge | D3 |
| Lord Marmion rode on his right hand | G2 |
| The Palmer still was with the band | G2 |
| Angus like Lindesay did command | G2 |
| That none should roam at large | D3 |
| But in that Palmer's altered mien | P |
| A wondrous change might now be seen | P |
| Freely he spoke of war | W |
| Of marvels wrought by single hand | G2 |
| When lifted for a native land | G2 |
| And still looked high as if he planned | G2 |
| Some desperate deed afar | W |
| His courser would he feed and stroke | B3 |
| And tucking up his sable frock | E3 |
| Would first his mettle bold provoke | B3 |
| Then soothe or quell his pride | G2 |
| Old Hubert said that never one | P |
| He saw except Lord Marmion | P |
| A steed so fairly ride | G2 |
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| XXVIII | P |
| - | |
| Some half hour's march behind there came | C3 |
| By Eustace governed fair | W |
| A troop escorting Hilda's dame | C3 |
| With all her nuns and Clare | W |
| No audience had Lord Marmion sought | G2 |
| Ever he feared to aggravate | G2 |
| Clara de Clare's suspicious hate | G2 |
| And safer 'twas he thought | G2 |
| To wait till from the nuns removed | G2 |
| The influence of kinsmen loved | G2 |
| And suit by Henry's self approved | G2 |
| Her slow consent had wrought | G2 |
| His was no flickering flame that dies | D |
| Unless when fanned by looks and sighs | D |
| And lighted oft at lady's eyes | D |
| He longed to stretch his wide command | G2 |
| O'er luckless Clara's ample land | G2 |
| Besides when Wilton with him vied | G2 |
| Although the pang of humbled pride | G2 |
| The place of jealousy supplied | G2 |
| Yet conquest by that meanness won | P |
| He almost loathed to think upon | P |
| Led him at times to hate the cause | D |
| Which made him burst through honour's laws | D |
| If e'er he loved 'twas her alone | P |
| Who died within that vault of stone | P |
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| XXIX | D |
| - | |
| And now when close at hand they saw | D |
| North Berwick's town and lofty Law | D |
| Fitz Eustace bade them pause awhile | J |
| Before a venerable pile | J |
| Whose turrets viewed afar | W |
| The lofty Bass the Lambie Isle | J |
| The ocean's peace or war | W |
| At tolling of a bell forth came | C3 |
| The convent's venerable dame | C3 |
| And prayed Saint Hilda's Abbess rest | G2 |
| With her a loved and honoured guest | G2 |
| Till Douglas should a barque prepare | W |
| To waft her back to Whitby fair | W |
| Glad was the Abbess you may guess | D |
| And thanked the Scottish Prioress | D |
| And tedious were to tell I ween | P |
| The courteous speech that passed between | P |
| O'erjoyed the nuns their palfreys leave | P |
| But when fair Clara did intend | G2 |
| Like them from horseback to descend | G2 |
| Fitz Eustace said I grieve | P |
| Fair lady grieve e'en from my heart | G2 |
| Such gentle company to part | G2 |
| Think not discourtesy | D |
| But lords' commands must be obeyed | G2 |
| And Marmion and the Douglas said | G2 |
| That you must wend with me | C3 |
| Lord Marmion hath a letter broad | G2 |
| Which to the Scottish earl he showed | G2 |
| Commanding that beneath his care | W |
| Without delay you shall repair | W |
| To your good kinsman Lord Fitz Clare | W |
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| XXX | D |
| - | |
| The startled Abbess loud exclaimed | G2 |
| But she at whom the blow was aimed | G2 |
| Grew pale as death and cold as lead | G2 |
| She deemed she heard her death doom read | G2 |
| Cheer thee my child the Abbess said | G2 |
| They dare not tear thee from my hand | G2 |
| To ride alone with armed band | G2 |
| Nay holy mother nay | P |
| Fitz Eustace said the lovely Clare | W |
| Will be in Lady Angus' care | W |
| In Scotland while we stay | P |
| And when we move an easy ride | G2 |
| Will bring us to the English side | G2 |
| Female attendance to provide | G2 |
| Befitting Gloucester's heir | W |
| Nor thinks nor dreams my noble lord | G2 |
| By slightest look or act or word | G2 |
| To harass Lady Clare | W |
| Her faithful guardian he will be | C3 |
| Nor sue for slightest courtesy | C3 |
| That e'en to stranger falls | D |
| Till he shall place her safe and free | C3 |
| Within her kinsman's halls | D |
| He spoke and blushed with earnest grace | D |
| His faith was painted on his face | D |
| And Clare's worst fear relieved | G2 |
| The Lady Abbess loud exclaimed | G2 |
| On Henry and the Douglas blamed | G2 |
| Entreated threatened grieved | G2 |
| To martyr saint and prophet prayed | G2 |
| Against Lord Marmion inveighed | G2 |
| And called the Prioress to aid | G2 |
| To curse with candle bell and book | V2 |
| Her head the grave Cistercian shook | V2 |
| The Douglas and the King she said | G2 |
| In their commands will be obeyed | G2 |
| Grieve not nor dream that harm can fall | J |
| The maiden in Tantallon Hall | J |
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| XXXI | D |
| - | |
| The Abbess seeing strife was vain | P |
| Assumed her wonted state again | P |
| For much of state she had | G2 |
| Composed her veil and raised her head | G2 |
| And Bid in solemn voice she said | G2 |
| Thy master bold and bad | G2 |
| The records of his house turn o'er | W |
| And when he shall there written see | D |
| That one of his own ancestry | D |
| Drove the monks forth of Coventry | D |
| Bid him his fate explore | W |
| Prancing in pride of earthly trust | G2 |
| His charger hurled him to the dust | G2 |
| And by a base plebeian thrust | G2 |
| He died his band before | W |
| God judge 'twixt Marmion and me | D |
| He is a chief of high degree | D |
| And I a poor recluse | D |
| Yet oft in Holy Writ we see | D |
| Even such weak minister as me | D |
| May the oppressor bruise | D |
| For thus inspired did Judith slay | P |
| The mighty in his sin | P |
| And Jael thus and Deborah | W |
| Here hasty Blount broke in | P |
| Fitz Eustace we must march our band | G2 |
| Saint Anton' fire thee wilt thou stand | G2 |
| All day with bonnet in thy hand | G2 |
| To hear the lady preach | F3 |
| By this good light if thus we stay | P |
| Lord Marmion for our fond delay | P |
| Will sharper sermon teach | F3 |
| Come don thy cap and mount thy horse | D |
| The dame must patience take perforce | D |
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| XXXII | D |
| - | |
| Submit we then to force said Clare | W |
| But let this barbarous lord despair | W |
| His purposed aim to win | P |
| Let him take living land and life | P |
| But to be Marmion's wedded wife | P |
| In me were deadly sin | P |
| And if it be the king's decree | D |
| That I must find no sanctuary | D |
| In that inviolable dome | C3 |
| Where even a homicide might come | C3 |
| And safely rest his head | G2 |
| Though at its open portals stood | G2 |
| Thirsting to pour forth blood for blood | G2 |
| The kinsmen of the dead | G2 |
| Yet one asylum is my own | P |
| Against the dreaded hour | W |
| A low a silent and a lone | P |
| Where kings have little power | W |
| One victim is before me there | W |
| Mother your blessing and in prayer | W |
| Remember your unhappy Clare | W |
| Loud weeps the Abbess and bestows | D |
| Kind blessings many a one | P |
| Weeping and wailing loud arose | D |
| Round patient Clare the clamorous woes | D |
| Of every simple nun | P |
| His eyes the gentle Eustace dried | G2 |
| And scarce rude Blount the sight could bide | G2 |
| Then took the squire her rein | P |
| And gently led away her steed | G2 |
| And by each courteous word and deed | G2 |
| To cheer her strove in vain | P |
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| XXXIII | D |
| - | |
| But scant three miles the band had rode | G2 |
| When o'er a height they passed | G2 |
| And sudden close before them showed | G2 |
| His towers Tantallon vast | G2 |
| Broad massive high and stretching far | W |
| And held impregnable in war | W |
| On a projecting rock they rose | D |
| And round three sides the ocean flows | D |
| The fourth did battled walls enclose | D |
| And double mound and fosse | D |
| By narrow drawbridge outworks strong | M2 |
| Through studded gates an entrance long | M2 |
| To the main court they cross | D |
| It was a wide and stately square | W |
| Around were lodgings fit and fair | W |
| And towers of various form | C3 |
| Which on the court projected far | W |
| And broke its lines quadrangular | W |
| Here was square keep there turret high | P |
| Or pinnacle that sought the sky | P |
| Whence oft the warder could descry | W |
| The gathering ocean storm | C3 |
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| XXXIV | P |
| - | |
| Here did they rest The princely care | W |
| Of Douglas why should I declare | W |
| Or say they met reception fair | W |
| Or why the tidings say | D |
| Which varying to Tantallon came | C3 |
| By hurrying posts or fleeter fame | C3 |
| With every varying day | D |
| And first they heard King James had won | P |
| Etall and Wark and Ford and then | P |
| That Norham Castle strong was ta'en | P |
| At that sore marvelled Marmion | P |
| And Douglas hoped his monarch's hand | G2 |
| Would soon subdue Northumberland | G2 |
| But whispered news there came | C3 |
| That while his host inactive lay | D |
| And melted by degrees away | D |
| King James was dallying off the day | D |
| With Heron's wily dame | C3 |
| Such acts to chronicles I yield | G2 |
| Go seek them there and see | D |
| Mine is a tale of Flodden Field | G2 |
| And not a history | D |
| At length they heard the Scottish host | G2 |
| On that high ridge had made their post | G2 |
| Which frowns o'er Milfield Plain | P |
| And that brave Surrey many a band | G2 |
| Had gathered in the Southern land | G2 |
| And marched into Northumberland | G2 |
| And camp at Wooler ta'en | P |
| Marmion like charger in the stall | J |
| That hears without the trumpet call | J |
| Began to chafe and swear | W |
| A sorry thing to hide my head | G2 |
| In castle like a fearful maid | G2 |
| When such a field is near | W |
| Needs must I see this battle day | G2 |
| Death to my fame if such a fray | G2 |
| Were fought and Marmion away | G2 |
| The Douglas too I wot not why | P |
| Hath 'bated of his courtesy | D |
| No longer in his halls I'll stay | G2 |
| Then bade his band they should array | G2 |
| For march against the dawning day | G2 |
Walter Scott (sir)
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