Thy volumes, open as thy heart,

Delight, amusement, science, art,
To every ear and eye impart;

Yet who, of all who thus employ them,
Can, like the owner's self, enjoy them?-

But, hark! I hear the distant drum:

The day of Flodden field is come.—

Adieu, dear Heber! life and health,

MARMION.

CANTO SIXTH.

The Battle.

MARMION.

CANTO SIXTH.

The Battle.

I.

WHILE great events were on the gale,
And each hour brought a varying tale,
And the demeanour, changed and cold,
Of Douglas fretted Marmion bold,
And, like the impatient steed of war,
He snuffed the battle from afar;

And hopes were none, that back again

Herald should come from Terouenne,