They fly, or, maddened by despair, Fight but to die," Is Wilton there?" With that, straight up the hill there rode Two horsemen drenched with gore, And in their arms, a helpless load, A wounded knight they bore. His hand still strained the broken brand; His arms were smeared with blood and sand: Dragged from among the horses' feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion!Young Blount his armour did unlace, And, gazing on his ghastly face, Said "By saint George, he's gone! Good night to Marmion." When, doffed his casque, he felt free air, "Where's Harry Blount? Fitz-Eustace where? Tell him his squadrons up to bring:- Let Stanley charge with spur of fire,→ Page, squire, or groom, one cup to bring XXX. 0, woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made,- Searce were the piteous accents said, She stooped her by the runnel's side, But in abhorrence backward drew; For, oozing from the mountain's side, Where raged the war, a dark-red tide Was curdling in the streamlet blue. Where shall she turn?-behold her mark A little fountain cell, Where water, clear as diamond-spark, In a stone basin fell. Above some half-worn letters say, Drink, weary pilgrim, drink and pray For the kind soul of Sybil Grey, Who built this cross and well. She filled the helm, and back she hied, And with surprise and joy espied A monk supporting Marmion's head; A pious man, whom duty brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. XXXI. Deep drank lord Marmion of the wave, And as she stooped his brow to lave"Is it the hand of Clare," he said, "Or injured Constance, bathes my head?" Then, as remembrance rose,"Speak not to me of shrift or prayer! I must redress her woes. Short space, few words are mine, to spare: Forgive and listen, gentle Clare!"— "Alas!" she said, "the while, O think of your immortal weal! Might bribe him for delay. It may not be!-this dizzy trance- With fruitless labour, Clara bound, "In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dy ing! So the notes rung; "Avoid thee, fiend!-with cruel hand, A light on Marmion's visage spread, He shook the fragment of his blade, Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!"-- By this, though deep the evening fell, That to king Charles did come, On Roncesvalles died! Such blast might warn them, not in vain, While yet on Flodden side, In vain the wish-for, far away, Of Tilmouth upon Tweed. But as they left the dark'ning heath, That fought around their king. The stubborn spearmen still made good No thought was there of dastard flight;- Til utter darkness closed her wing When streams are swoln and south winds blow, Tweed's echoes heard the ceaseless plash, Disordered, through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear, XXXV. Day dawns upon the mountain's side:- That, journeying far on foreign strand, May yet return again. He saw the wreck his rashness wrought; And fell on Flodden plain: And well in death his trusty brand, But, O! how changed since yon blith night!— XXXVI. His hands to heaven upraised; His arms and feats were blazed. Less easy task it were, to show And broke her font of stone. But yet from out the little hill That holds the bones of Marmion brave.— I do not rhyme to that dull elf, "Love they like Wilton and like Clare!" Why, then, a final note prolong, Used generally for tale, or discourse. To all, to each, a fair good night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light! NOTES TO CANTO I. 1. As when the champion of the lake Despising spells and demons' force, Holds converse with the unburied corse.-P. 55. The Romance of the Morte Arthur contains a sort of abridgement of the most celebrated adventures of the Round Table; and, being written in comparatively modern language, gives the general reader an excellent idea of what romances of chivalry actually were. It has also the merit of being written in pure old English; and many of the wild adventures which it contains are told with a simplicity bordering upon the sublime. Several of these are referred to in the text; and I would have illustrated them by more full extracts, but as this curious work is about to be published, I confine myself to the tale of the Chapel Perilous, and of the quest of sir Launcelot after the Sangreal. "Right so sir Launcelot departed; and when he came to the Chapell Perilous, he alighted downe, and tied his horse to a little gate. And as soon as he was within the church-yard, he saw, on the front of the chapell, many faire rich shields turned upside downe, and many of the shields sir Launcelot had seene knights have before; with that he saw stand by him thirtie great knights; more, by yard, than any man that ever he had seene, and all those grinned and gnashed at sir Launcelot; and when he saw their countenance, hee dread them sore, and so put his shield afore him, and tooke his sword in his hand, ready to doe battaile; and they were all armed in black harneis, ready, with their shields and swords drawn. And when sir Launcelot would have gone through them, they scattered on every side of him, and gave him the way; and therewith he waxed all bold, and entered into the chapell, and then hee saw no light but a dimme lampe burning, and then was hee ware of a corps covered with a cloath of silke; then sir Launcelot stooped downe, and cut a piece of that cloath away, and then it fared under him as if the earth had quaked a little, whereof he was afeared, and then he saw a faire sword lye by the dead knight, and that he gat in his hand, and hied him out of the chapell. As soon as he was in the chappell-yerd, all the knights spoke to him with a grimly voice, and said, 'knight sir Launcelot, lay that sword from thee, or else thou shalt die.' Whether I live or die,' said sir Launcelot, with no great words get yee it againe, therefore fight for it and yee list. Therewith he passed through them; and, beyond the chappell-yerd, there met him a fair damosel, and said, "Sir Launcelot, leave that sword behind thee, or thou wilt die for it.' 'I will not leave it,' said sir Launcelot, for no threats.' 'No!' said she, and ye did leave that sword, queene Guenever should ye never see.' Then were I a foole and I would leave this sword,' said sir Launcelot. Now, gentle knight,' said the damosel, 1 require thee to kisse me once. Nay,' said sir Launcelot, that, God forbid!' 'Well, sir,' said she, and thou haddest kissed me, thy life dayes had been done; but now, alas!' said she, I have lost all my labour; for I ordained this chappell for thy sake, and for sir Gawaine: and once I had sir Gawaine within it; and at that time he fought with that knight which thare lieth fire tapers, come before the crosse; but he could dead in yonder chappell, sir Gilbert the bastard, and at that time hee smote off sir Gilbert the bastard's left hand. And so, sir Launcelot, now I tell thee, that I have loved thee this seaven yeare; but there may no woman have thy love but queene Guenever; but sithen I may not rejoyce to have thy body alive, I had kept no more joy in this world but to have had thy dead body; and I would have balmed it and served, and so have kept it my life daies and daily I should have clipped thee, and kissed thee in the despite of queene Guenever.' 'Yee say well,' said sir Launcelot, Jesus preserve me from your subtill craft!' And therewith he took his horse, and departed from her." 2. A sinful man, and unconfess'd, He might not view with waking eye.-P. 55. see no body that brought it. Also, there came a table of silver, and the holy vessell of the Sancgreall, the which sir Launcelot had seen before that time in king Petchour's house. And therewithall the sicke knight set him upright, and held up both his hands, and said, Faire sweete Lord, which is here within the holy vessell, take heede to mee, that I may bee hole of this great malady.' And therewith upon his hands, and upon his knees, he went so nigh, that he touched the holy vessell, and kissed it: And anon he was hole, and then he said, 'Lord God, I thank thee, for I am healed of this malady.' So when the holy vessell had been there a great while, it went into the chappell againe with the candlesticke and the light, so that sir Launcelot wist not where it became, for he was overtaken with sinne, that hee had no power to arise against the holy vessell, wherefore afterward One day, when Arthur was holding a high feast many men said of him shame. But be tooke rewith his knights of the round table, the Sangreal, pentance afterward. Then the sicke knight dressed or vessel out of which the last passover was eaten, him upright, and kissed the crosse. Then anon a precious relic, which had long remained con- his squire brought him his armes, and asked his cealed from human eyes, because of the sins of the lord how he did. Certainly,' said hee, 'I thanke land, suddenly appeared to him and all his chi- God, right heartily, for through the holy vessell I valry. The consequence of this vision was, that am healed: but I have right great mervaile of this all the knights took on them a solemn vow to seek sleeping knight, which hath had neither grace nor the Sangreal. But, alas! it could only be revealed to a knight at once accomplished in earthly chi-Power to awake during the time that this holy vessell hath beene here present.'-I dare it right valry, and pure and guiltless of evil conversation. well say,' said the squire, that this same knight All sir Launcelot's noble accomplishments were is defouled with some manner of deadly sinne, therefore rendered vain by his guilty intrigue with whereof he has never confessed.'-"By my faith,' queen Guenever, or Ganore; and in this holy quest said the knight, whatsoever he be, he is unhaphe encountered only such disgraceful disasters, as pie; for, as I deeme, hee is of the fellowship of the that which follows: round table, the which is entered into the quest of the Sancgreall.'-Sir,' said the squire, here I have brought you all your armes, save your helme and your sword; and therefore, by mine assent, now may ye take this knight's helme and his sword, and so he did. And when he was cleane armed, he took sir Launcelot's horse, for he was better than his owne, and so they departed from the crosse. ་ "But sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wild forest, and held no path, but as wild adventure led him; and at the last, he came unto a stone crosse, which departed two wayes, in wast land; and by the crosse, was a stone that was of marble; but it was so darke, that sir Launcelot might not well know what it was. Then sir Launcelot looked by him, and saw an old chappell, and "Then anon sir Launcelot awaked, and set himthere he wend to have found people. And so sir selfe upright, and he thought him what hee had Launcelot tied his horse to a tree, and there hee there seene, and whether it were dreames or not; put off his shield, and hung it upon a tree, and right so he heard a voice that said, Sir Launcethen hee went unto the chappell door, and found lot, more harde then is the stone, and more bitter it wasted and broken. And within he found a faire then is the wood, and more naked and bare than altar, full richly arrayed with cloth of silk, and is the liefe of the fig-tree, therefore go thou from there stood a faire candlesticke, which beare six great candles, and the candlesticke was of silver. And when sir Launcelot saw this light, hee had a great will for to enter into the chappell, but hee could find no place where he might enter. Then he was passing heavie and dismaied. Then he returned, and came againe to his horse, and tooke off his saddle and his bridle, and let him pasture, and unlaced his helme, and ungirded his sword, and laid him downe to sleepe upon his shield before the crosse. "And so he fell on sleepe, and halfe waking and halfe sleeping, hee saw come by him two palfreys, both faire and white, the which beare a litter, therein lying a sicke knight. And when he was nigh the crosse, he there abode still. All this sir Launcelot saw and beheld, for hee slept not verily, and hee heard him say, 'Oh sweete Lord, when shall this sorrow leave me, and when shall the holy vessell come by me, where through I shall be blessed, for I have endured thus long for little trespasse. And thus a great while complained the knight, and all waies sir Launcelot heard it. With that, sir Launcelot saw the candlesticke, with the hence, and withdraw thee from this holy place;" 3. And Dryden, in immortal strain, Licentious satire, song, and play.-P. 55. Dryden's melancholy account of his projected epic poem, blasted by the selfish and sordid parsimony of his patrons, is contained in an "Essay on Satire," addressed to the earl of Dorset, and prefixed to the translation of Juvenal. After mentioning a plan of supplying machinery from the guardian angels of kingdoms, mentioned in the book of Daniel, he adds: Thus, my lord, I have, as briefly as I could, given your lordship, and by you the world, a rude sion. It was repeatedly taken and retaken during draught of what I have been long labouring in my the wars between England and Scotland; and inimagination, and what I had intended to have put deed searce any happened in which it had not a in practice, (though far unable for the attempt of principal share. Norham castle is situated on a such a poem,) and to have left the stage, to which steep bank, which overhangs the river. The remy genius never much inclined me, for a work peated sieges which the castle had sustained renwhich would have taken up my life in the per-dered frequent repairs necessary. In 1164 it was formance of it. This, too, I had intended chiefly almost rebuilt by Hugh Pudsey, bishop of Durham, for the honour of my native country, to which a who added a huge keep, or donjon; notwithstandpoet is particularly obliged. Of two subjects, both ing which, king Henry II, in 1174, took the castle relating to it, I was doubtful whether I should from the bishop, and committed the keeping of it choose that of king Arthur conquering the Saxons, to William de Neville. After this period it seems which, being further distant in time, gives the to have been chiefly garrisoned by the king, and greater scope to my invention; or that of Edward considered as a royal fortress. The Greys of Chilthe black prince, in subduing Spain, and restoring linghame castle were frequently the castellans, or it to the lawful prince, though a great tyrant, Don captains of the garrison: yet, as the castle was situPedro the cruel; which, for the compass of time, ated in the patrimony of St. Cuthbert, the property including only the expedition of one year, for the was in the see of Durham till the Reformation. greatness of the action, and its answerable event, After that period it passed through various hands. for the magnanimity of the English hero, opposed At the union of the crowns, it was in the possesto the ingratitude of the person whom he restored, sion of sir Robert Carey (afterwards earl of Monand for the many beautiful episodes which I had mouth,) for his own life, and that of two of his interwoven with the principal design, together sons. After king James's accession, Carey sold Norwith the characters of the chiefest English persons, ham castle to George Home, earl of Dunbar, for {wherein, after Virgil and Spencer, I would have 60007. See his curious memoirs, published by Mr. taken occasion to represent my living friends and Constable of Edinburgh. patrons of the noblest families, and also shadowed the events of future ages in the succession of our imperial line,)—with these helps, and those of the machines which I have mentioned, I might perhaps have done as well as some of my predecessors, or at least chalked out a way for others to amend my errors in a like design; but being encouraged only with fair words by king Charles II, my little salary ill paid, and no prospect of a future subsistence, I was then discouraged in the beginning of my attempt; and now age has overtaken me, and want, a more insufferable evil, through the change of the times, has wholly disabled me." 4. Of Ascapart, and Bevis bold.-P. 55. This geaunt was mighty and strong, He was bristled like a sow; A foot he had between each brow; 5. Day set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, &c.-P. 55. The ruinous castle of Norham, (anciently called Ubbandford,) is situated on the southern bank of the Tweed, about six miles above Berwick, and where that river is still the boundary between England and Scotland. The extent of its ruins, as well as its historical importance, shows it to have been a place of magnificence, as well as strength. Edward I resided there when he was created umpire of the dispute concerning the Scottish succes According to Mr. Pinkerton, there is, in the British Museum, Cal. B. vi, 216, a curious memoir of the Dacres on the state of Norham castle in 1522, not long after the battle of Flodden. The inner ward, or keep, is represented as impregnable: The provisions are three great vats of salt eels, forty-four kine, three hogsheads of salted salmon, forty quarters of grain, besides many cows, and four hundred sheep lying under the castle-wall nightly; but a number of the arrows wanted feathers, and a good fletcher (i. e. maker of arrows) was required." History of Scotland, vol. ii, p. 201, Note. The ruins of the castle are at present considerable, as well as picturesque. They consist of a large shattered tower, with many vaults and fragments of other edifices enclosed within an outward wall of great circuit. 6. the donjon keep.-P. 55. It is perhaps unnecessary to remind my readers, that the donjon, in its proper signification, means the strongest part of a feudal castle; a high square tower, with walls of tremendous thickness, situated in the centre of the other buildings, from which, however, it was usually detached. Here, in case of the outward detences being gained, the garrison retreated to make their last stand. The donjon contained the great hall, and principal rooms of state for solemn occasions, and also the prison of the fortress; from which last circumstance we derive the modern and restricted use of the word dungeon. Ducange (voce DUNJO) conjectures plausibly, that the name is derived from these keeps being usually built upon a hill, which in Celtic is called DUN. Borlase supposes the word came from the darkness of the apartments in these towers, which were thence figuratively called dungeons; thus deriving the ancient word from the modern application of it. 7. Well was he armed from head to heel, In mail and plate, of Milan steel.-P. 56. The artists of Milan were famous in the middle ages for their skill in armoury, as appears from the following passage, in which Froissart gives an account of the preparations made by Henry, earl of Hereford, afterwards Henry IV, and Thomas, duke of Norfolk, earl Mareschal, for their pro |