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EUSTACE, I said, did blithely mark
The first notes of the merry lark.
The lark sang shrill, the cock he crew,
And loudly Marmion's bugles blew,
And with their light and lively call,
Brought groom and yeoman to the stall.
Whistling they came, and free of heart,

But soon their mood was changed ;
Complaint was heard on every part,

Of something disarranged.
Some clamour'd loud for armour lost;
Some brawl'd and wrangled with the host ;
' By Becket's bones,' cried one, “I fear,
That some false Scot has stolen my spear!'-
Young Blount, Lord Marmion's second squire,
Found his steed wet with sweat and mire ;
Although the rated horse-boy sware,
Last night he dress'd him sleek and fair.
While chafed the impatient squire like thunder,
Old Hubert shouts, in fear and wonder,-
'Help, gentle Blount! help, comrades all !
Bevis lies dying in his stall :
To Marmion who the plight dare tell,
Of the good steed he loves so well?'-
Gaping for fear and ruth, they saw
The charger panting on his straw;
Till one, who would seem wisest, cried,-
"What else but evil could betide,
With that cursed Palmer for our guide ?




Better we had through mire and bush
Been lantern-led by Friar Rush.'



Fitz-Eustace, who the cause but guess'd, .

Nor wholly understood,
His comrades' clamorous plaints suppress'd;

He knew Lord Marmion's mood.
Him, ere he issued forth, he sought,
And found deep plunged in gloomy thought,

And did his tale display
Simply, as if he knew of nought

To cause such disarray.
Lord Marmion gave attention cold,
Nor marvelld at the wonders told, -
Pass'd them as accidents of course,
And bade his clarions sound to horse.



Young Henry Blount, meanwhile, the cost.
Had reckon'd with their Scottish host;
And, as the charge he cast and paid,
'Ill thou deservest thy hire,' he said ;
Dost see, thou knave, my horse's plight?
Fairies have ridden him all the night,

And left him in a foam !
I trust, that soon a conjuring band,
With English cross, and blazing brand,
Shall drive the devils from this land,

To their infernal home :
For in this haunted den, I trow,
All night they trampled to and fro.'—
The laughing host look'd on the hire,--
‘Gramercy, gentle southern squire,
And if thou comest among the rest,
With Scottish broadsword to be blest,
Sharp be the brand, and sure the blow,
And short the pang to undergo.'


Here stay'd their talk,—for Marmion
Gave now the signal to set on.
The Palmer showing forth the way,
They journey'd all the morning day.


IV. The green-sward way was smooth and good, Through Humbie's and through Saltoun's wood; A forest-glade, which, varying still,

Here gave a view of dale and hill,
There narrower closed, till over head
A vaulted screen the branches made.
“A pleasant path,' Fitz-Eustace said;
'Such as where errant-knights might see
Adventures of high chivalry;
Might meet some damsel flying fast,
With hair unbound, and looks aghast ;
And smooth and level course were here,
In her defence to break a spear.
“Here, too, are twilight nooks and dells ;
And oft, in such, the story tells,
The damsel kind, from danger freed,
Did grateful pay her champion's meed.'
He spoke to cheer Lord Marmion's mind ;
Perchance to show his lore design'd;

For Eustace much had pored
Upon a huge romantic tome,
In the hall-window of his home,
Imprinted at the antique dome

Of Caxton, or de Worde.
Therefore he spoke,—but spoke in vain,
For Marmion answer'd nought again.

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Now sudden, distant trumpets shrill,
In notes prolong'd by wood and hill,

Were heard to echo far;

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Each ready archer grasp'd his bow,
But by the flourish soon they know,

They breathed no point of war.
Yet cautious, as in foeman's land,
Lord Marmion's order speeds the band,

Some opener ground to gain ;
And scarce a furlong had they rode,
When thinner trees, receding, show'd

A little woodland plain.
Just in that advantageous glade,
The halting troop a line had made,
As forth from the opposing shade

Issued a gallant train.





First came the trumpets, at whose clang
So late the forest echoes rang ;
On prancing steeds they forward press'd,
With scarlet mantle, azure vest;
Each at his trump a banner wore,
Which Scotland's royal scutcheon bore :
Heralds and pursuivants, by name
Bute, Islay, Marchmount, Rothsay, came,
In painted tabards, proudly showing
Gules, Argent, Or, and Azure glowing,

Attendant on a King-at-arms,
Whose hand the armorial truncheon held,
That feudal strife had often quell’d,
When wildest its alarms.

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He was a man of middle age;
In aspect manly, grave, and sage,

As on King's errand come ;
But in the glances of his eye,
A penetrating, keen, and sly

Expression found its home;

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The flash of that satiric rage,
Which, bursting on the early stage,
Branded the vices of the age,

And broke the keys of Rome.
On milk-white palfrey forth he paced ;
His cap of maintenance was graced

With the proud heron-plume.
From his steed's shoulder, loin, and breast,

Silk housings swept the ground,
With Scotland's arms, device, and crest,

Embroider'd round and round.
The double tressure might you see,

First by Achaius borne,
The thistle and the fleur-de-lis,

And gallant unicorn.
So bright the King's armorial coat,
That scarce the dazzled eye could note,
In living colours, blazon'd brave,
The Lion, which his title gave;
A train, which well beseem'd his state,
But all unarm’d, around him wait.
Still is thy name in high account,

And still thy verse has charms,
Sir David Lindesay of the Mount,

Lord Lion King-at-arms !




Down from his horse did Marmion spring,
Soon as he saw the Lion King ;
For well the stately Baron knew
To him such courtesy was due,
Whom Royal James himself had crown'd,
And on his temples placed the round

Of Scotland's ancient diadem :
And wet his brow with hallow'd wine,
And on his finger given to shine

The emblematic gem.


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