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Round patient Clare, the clamorous woes
To cheer her strove in vain.
But scant three miles the band had rode,
When o'er a height they passed,
His towers, Tantallon vast ;
And double mound and fosse.
By narrow draw-bridge, outworks strong,
The gathering ocean-storm.
XXXIV. Here did they rest.—The princely care Of Douglas, why should I declare, Or say they met reception fair Or why the tidings say, Which, varying, to Tantallon came, By hurrying posts, or fleeter fame,
With every varying day ?
And, first, they heard King James had won
Etall, and Wark, and Ford; and then,
That Norham castle strong was ta’en.
But whispered news there came,
With Heron's wily dame.-
Go seek them there, and see :
And not a history:-
Which frowns o'er Millfield Plain ;
And marched into Northumberland,
And camp at Wooler ta'en. Marmion, like charger in the stall, That hears, without, the trumpet-call,
Began to chafe, and swear :“ A sorry thing to hide my head In castle, like a fearful maid,
When such a field is near! Needs must I see this battle-day: Death to my fame, if such a fray Were fought, and Marmion away!
The Douglas, too, I wot not why,
Hath ’bated of his courtesy : No longer in his halls I'll stay.”— Then bade his band, they should array For march against the dawning day.,
END OF CANTO FIFTH.