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The train has left the hills of Braid; The barrier guard have open made, (So Lindesay bade,) the palisade,
That closed the tented ground,
Into its ample bound.
And envy with their wonder rose,
II. Nor less did Marmion's skilful view Glance every line and squadron through ; And much he marvelled one small land Could marshal forth such various band :
For men-at-arms were here, Heavily sheathed in mail and plate, Like iron towers for strength and weight, On Flemish steeds of bone and height,
With battle-axe and spear.
Young knights and squires, a lighter train,
Each warlike feat to show;
On foeman's casque below.
For visor they wore none ;
Like very silver shone.
Two-handed swords they wore,
And bucklers bright they bore.