Who, like his Border sires of old,

Waked a wild measure rude and bold,

Till Windsor's oaks, and Ascot plain, With wonder heard the northern strain. Come, listen!-bold in thy applause,

;

The Bard shall scorn pedantic laws
And, as the ancient art could stain
Achievements on the storied pane,
Irregularly traced and planned,
But yet so glowing and so grand;
So shall he strive, in changeful hue,
Field, feast, and combat, to renew,
And loves, and arms, and harpers' glee,

And all the pomp of chivalry.

MARMION.

CANTO FIFTH.

The Court.

MARMION.

CANTO FIFTH.

The Court.

I.

THE train has left the hills of Braid;
The barrier guard have open made,

(So Lindesay bade,) the palisade,

That closed the tented ground;

Their men the warders backward drew,

And carried pikes as they rode through,

Into its ample bound.

Fast ran the Scottish warriors there,

Upon the Southern band to stare;