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Day set on Norham's castled steep,
And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep,

And Cheviot's mountains lone :
The battled towers, the donjon keep,
· The loophole grates, where captives weep,
The flanking walls that round it sweep,

In yellow lustre shone.
The warriors on the turrets high,
Moving athwart the evening sky,

Seem'd forms of giant height:
„Their armour, as it caught the rays,
Flash'd back again the western blaze,

In lines of dazzling light.



Saint George's banner, broad and gay,
Now faded, as the fading ray

Less bright, and less, was flung ;
The evening gale had scarce the power
To wave it on the Donjon Tower,

So heavily it hung.
The scouts had parted on their search,

The Castle gates were barr'd;
Above the gloomy portal arch,
Timing his footsteps to a march,

The Warder kept his guard;
Low humming, as he paced along,
Some ancient Border gathering-song.

A distant trampling sound he hears ;
He looks abroad, and soon appears,
Oer Horncliff-hill a plump of spears,

Beneath a pennon gay;
A horseman, darting from the crowd,
Like lightning from a summer cloud,
Spurs on his mettled courser proud,

Before the dark array.
Beneath the sable palisade,
That closed the Castle barricade,

His buglehorn he blew;
The warder hasted from the wall,
And warn’d the Captain in the hall,

For well the blast he knew ;
And joyfully that knight did call,
To sewer, squire, and seneschal.




Now broach ye a pipe of Malvoisie,

Bring pasties of the doe,
And quickly make the entrance free
And bid my heralds ready be,
And every minstrel sound his glee,

And all our trumpets blow;
And, from the platform, spare ye not
To fire a noble salvo-shot;

Lord MARMION waits below!'
Then to the Castle's lower ward

Sped forty yeomen tall,
The iron-studded gates unbarr'd,
Raised the portcullis' ponderous guard,
The lofty palisade unsparrd,

And let the drawbridge fall.


v. Along the bridge Lord Marmion rode, Proudly his red-roan charger trode,

His helm hung at the saddlebow;
Well by his visage you might know
He was a stalworth knight, and keen,
And had in many a battle been;
The scar on his brown cheek reveal'd
A token true of Bosworth field;
His eyebrow dark, and eye of fire,
Show'd spirit proud, and prompt to ire ;
Yet lines of thought upon his cheek
Did deep design and counsel speak.
His forehead, by his casque worn bare,
His thick mustache, and curly hair,
Coal-black, and grizzled here and there,

But more through toil than age;
His square-turn'd joints, and strength of limb,
Show'd him no carpet knight so trim,
But in close fight a champion grim,
In camps a leader sage.

Well was he arm'd from head to heel,
In mail and plate of Milan steel ;
But his strong helm, of mighty cost,
Was all with burnish'd gold emboss'd;
Amid the plumage of the crest,
A falcon hover'd on her nest,
With wings outspread, and forward breast;
E'en such a falcon, on his shield,
Soar'd sable in an azure field :
The golden legend bore aright,
UWho checks at me, to death is dight.
Blue was the charger's broider'd rein;
Blue ribbons deck'd his arching mane;
The knightly housing's ample fold
Was velvet blue, and trapp'd with gold.

Behind him rode two gallant squires,
Of noble name, and knightly sires ;



They burn'd the gilded spurs to claim :
For well could each a warhorse tame,
Could draw the bow, the sword could sway,
And lightly bear the ring away ;
Nor less with courteous precepts stored,
Could dance in hall, and carve at board,
And frame love-ditties passing rare,
And sing them to a lady fair.

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Four men-at-arms came at their backs,
With halbert, bill, and battle-axe :
They bore Lord Marmion's lance so strong,
And led his sumpter-mules along,
And ambling palfrey, when at need
Him listed ease his battle-steed.
The last and trustiest of the four,
On high his forky pennon bore;
Like swallow's tail, in shape and hue,
Flutter'd the streamer glossy blue,
Where, blazon'd sable, as before,
The towering falcon seem'd to soar.
Last, twenty yeomen, two and two,
In hosen black, and jerkins blue,
With falcons broider'd on each breast,
Attended on their lord's behest.
Each, chosen for an archer good,
Knew hunting-craft by lake or wood;
Each one a six-foot bow could bend, .
And far a cloth-yard shaft could send;
Each held a boar-spear tough and strong,
And at their belts their quivers rung.
Their dusty palfreys, and array,
Show'd they had march'd a weary way.


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IX. 'Tis meet that I should tell you now, How fairly arm'd, and order'd how,

The soldiers of the guard, With musket, pike, and morion, To welcome noble Marmion,

Stood in the Castle-yard ;
Minstrels and trumpeters were there,
The gunner held his linstock yare,

For welcome-shot prepared :
Enter'd the train, and such a clang,
As then through all his turrets rang,

Old Norham never heard.




The guards their morrice-pikes advanced,

The trumpets flourish'd brave,
The cannon from the ramparts glanced,

And thundering welcome gave.
A blithe salute, in martial sort,

The minstrels well might sound,
For, as Lord Marmion cross'd the court,

He scatter'd angels round.
“Welcome to Norham, Marmion!

Stout heart, and open hand!
Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan,

Thou flower of English land !!





Two pursuivants, whom tabarts deck,
With silver scutcheon round their neck,

Stood on the steps of stone,
By which you reach the donjon gate,
And there, with herald pomp and state,

They hail'd Lord Marmion :
They haild him Lord of Fontenaye,
Of Lutterward, and Scrivelbaye,

Of Tamworth tower and town ; ;
And he, their courtesy to requite,
Gave them a chain of twelve marks' weight,
All as he lighted down. .


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