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Each stepping where his comrade stood,
The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight;— Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight>
As fearlessly and well,
And from the charge they drew,
Sweep back to ocean blue.
Dissolves in silent dew.
While many a broken band,
Disordered, through her currents .dash,
To gain the Scottish land;
Of Flodden's fatal field,
And broken was her shield!
Day dawns upon the mountain's side:— There, Scotland! lay thy bravest pride, Chiefs, knights, and nobles, many a one; The sad survivors all are gone.— 'View not that corpse mistrustfully, Defaced and mangled though it be;
Nor to yon Border castle high
Look northward with upbraiding eye;
Nor cherish hope in vain,
May yet return again. ^
And fell on Flodden plain:
Beseemed the monarch slain.
Unto my tale again.
A tomb, with Gothic sculpture fair,
Did long Lord Marmion's image bear.
(Now vainly for its site you look;
'Twas levelled, when fanatic Brook
The fair cathedral stormed and took;
But, thanks to heaven, and good Saint Chad,
A guerdon meet the spoiler had !)
There erst was martial Marmion found,
His feet upon a couchant hound,
His hands to heaven upraised; And all around, on scutcheon rich, And tablet carved, and fretted niche,
His arms and feats were blazed. And yet, though all was carved so fair, And priests for Marmion breathed the prayer, The last Lord Marmion lay not there. From Ettrick woods, a peasant swain Followed his lord to Flodden plain,— One of those flowers, whom plaintive lay In Scotland mourns as "wede away:"
Sore wounded, Sybil's Cross he spied,
Less easy task it were, to shew
But every mark is gone;
And broke her font of stone:
Oft halts the stranger there,