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Gaping for fear and ruth, they saw-
The damsel kind, from danger freed,
For Eustace much had pored
Of Caxton or De Worde.
Nor wholly understood,
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
To cause such disarray.
Were heard to echo far;.
They breathed no point of war.
Some opener ground to gain;
A little woodland plain.
Issued a gallant train.
« Dost see,
II. 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;
thou knave, my horse's plight?" Fairies have ridden him all the night,
And left him in a foam !..
To their infernal home:
Gramercy, gentle southerd squire,
VI. First came the trumpets, at whose clang So late the forest echoes rang; On prancing steeds they forward pressa, 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, camc, 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,
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 bill, There narrower closed, till overhead 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,
As on king's errand come;
Expression found its home;
And broke the keys of Rome.
With the proud beron-plume.
Silk housings swept the ground,
Embroider'd round and round.
First by Achaius borne,
Alias, Willo' the Visp.-See Note.
The thistle, and the fleur-de-lis,
And gallant unicorn. So bright the king's armorial coat, That scarce the dazzled eye could pote, In living colours blazon'd brave, The lion, which his title gave. A train, which well beseemd his state, But all uvarm'd, around liim wait. Still is thy name in high account,
And still thy verse has charms, Sir David Lindesay of the Mount,
Lord Lion King-al-arms! (4)
The towers in different ages rose;
The builders' various hands;
The vengeful Douglas bands.
Of Scotland's ancient diadem ;
The emblematic gem.
Though Scotland's king hath deeply swore
XI. Crichtoun! though now thy miry court
But pens the lazy steer and sheep,
Thy turrets' rude and totter'd keep Have been the minstrel's loved resort. Oft bave I traced, within thy fort,
Of mouldering shields the mystic sense,
Scutcheons of honour, or pretence, Quarter'd in old armorial sort,
Remains of rude magnificence.
Thy lordly gallery fair;
Adorn thy ruin'd stair.
Their pointed diamond" form,
To shield them from the storm. And, shuddering, still may we explore
Where oft whilom were captives pent, The darkness of thy Massy-more;'
Or, from thy grass-grown battlement, May trace, in undulating line, The sluggish mazes of the Tyne.
Sought to take leave in vain :
Should sever from the train: « England has here enow of spies In Lady Heron's witching eyes ;» To Marchmount thus, apart, he said, But fair pretext to Marmion made. The right-hand path they now decline, And trace against the stream the Tyne.
XII. Another aspect Crichtoun show'd, As through its portal Marmion rode; But yet 't was melancholy state Received him at the outer gate; For none were in the castle then But women, boys, or aged men. With eyes scarce dried, the sorrowing dame, To welcome noble Marmion, came; Her son, a stripling twelve years old, Proffer'd the baron's rein to hold; For each man that could draw a sword Had march'd that morning with their lord, Earl Adam Hepburn,(6)—he who died On Flodden by his sovereiga's side. Long may his dady look in vain! She ne'er shall see his gallant train Come sweeping back through Crichtoun-Dean. 'T was a brave race, before the name Of hated Bothwell staind their fame.
At length up that wild dale they wind,
Where Crichtoun Castle (5) crowns the bank; For there the Lion's care assign'd
A lodging meet for Marmjon's rank.
Of the green vale of Tyne;
You hear her streams repine.
XHI. And here two days did Marmion rest,
With every rite that honour claims, Attended as the king's own guest;
Such the command of royal James, Who marshalld then his land's array, Upon the Borough-moor that lay.
"The pit, or prison vault.-See Note.
Perchance be would not foeman's eye
That on the battlement they walk'd,
On varying topics talk'd ;
In travelling so far;
Against the English war: (7)
XV. SIR DAVID LINDESAY'S TALE. « Of all the palacés so fair,'
Built for the royal dwelling,
Linlithgow is excelling;
How blithe the blackbird's lay!
To see all nature gay.
I too was there, and, sooth to tell,
Through the stain'd casement gleaming;
It seem'd as I were dreaming.
So stately gliding on -
And little reverence made;
And words like these he said,
My mother sent me from afar,
Woe waits on thine array;
God keep thee as he may!'
For answer, and found none;
The monitor was gone.
He vanish'd from our eyes,
The twilight was so pale,
While listening to the tale :
So strong I held the force,
Could e'er control their course;
Ev'n when discovery 's pain,
XVI. * When last this ruthful month was come, And in Liplithgow's holy dome
The king, as wont, was praying;
The bishop mass was saying-
And eyes with sorrow streaming ;
Their banners o'er them beaming."
An ancient word for the cry of deer.--Seo Note.
To Lindesay did at length unfold
At Gifford, to his train.
XIX. « In vain,» said he, « to rest I spread My burning limbs, and couch'd my
head: Fantastic thoughis return'd; And, by their wild dominion led,
My heart within me burn'd.. So sore was the delirious goad, I took my steed, and fortlı I rode, And, as the moon shone bright and cold, Soon reach'd the camp upon the wold. The southern entrance I passed through, And halted, and my bugle blew. Methought an answer met my ear,Yet was the blast so low and drear, So hollow, and so faintly blown, It might be echo of my own.
XX, « Thus judging, for a little space I listen'd, ere I left the place;
But scarce could trust my eyes, Nor yet can think they served me true, When sudden in the ring 1 view In form distinct of shape and hue, A mounted champion rise.I've fought, Lord Lion, many a day, In single fight and mix'd affray, And ever, I myself may say,
Have borne me as a knight;
I trembled with affright;
I scarce could couch it right.
Thrice o'er my head he shook the blade:
He plunged it ið the sheath;
Sunk down upon the heath.-
To know his face that met me there,
To cumber upper air ;
Such chance had happ'd of old,
With Brian Bulmer bold,
And fingers red with gore,
Dromouchty, or Glenmore.'
On mountain, moor, or plain,
These midnight terrors vain;
Then press'd Sir David's baud, -
Each ordering that his band
See the traditions concerning Bulmer, and the spectre called Lhan-de.ing, or Bloody-hand, in Note 8 on Cauro III.
XXI. Why need my tongue the issue tell? We ran our course, --my charger fell;— What could he gainst the shock of hell ?
I rolld upon the plain.
Yet did the worst remain :-
Their sight like what I saw!
And held my breath for awe.
I well believe the last;
So grimly and so ghast.
Ill-omen'd gift! the
remain The conqueror's spoil on Flodden plain.
Among the broom, and thorn, and whin,
While rose, on breezes thin,
St Giles's mingling din-
And, o'er the landscape as I look,
Various in shape, device, and hue,
Green, sanguine, purple, red, and blue, Broad, narrow,
swallow-tail'd, and square, Scroll, pennon, pensil, bandrol,' there
O'er the pavilions flew. (1) Highest and midmost, was descried The royal banner tloating wide: The staff a pine-tree strong and straight,
Pitch'd deeply in a massive stone,
Which still in memory is shown,
And gave to view the dazzling field,
Where, in proud Scotland's royal shield, The ruddy lion ramp'd in gold. (12)
Since Marmion, from the crown
Upon the bent so brown : Thousand pavilions, white as snow, Spread all the Borough-moor below, (10)
Upland, and dale, and down : A thousand, did I say? I ween, Thousands on thousands there were seen, That chequer'd all ile heath between
The streamlet and the town: In crossing ranks extending far, Forming a camp irregular; Oft giving way where still there stood Some reliques of the old oak wood, That darkly huge did intervené, And tamed the glaring white with green : In these extended lines there lay A martial kingdom's vast array.
XXIX. Lord Marmion view'd the landscape bright,He view'd it with a chief's delight, Until within him burn'd his heart, And lightning from his eye did
part, As on the battle-day; Such glance did falcon never dart,
When stooping on his prey.
Were but a vain essay;
In glorious battle-fray!»-
That kings would think withal, When peace and wealth their land has bless'd, 'T is better to sit still at rest,
Than rise, perchance to fall. »
And chargers' shrilling neigh ;
The sun's reflected ray.
XXVII. Thin curling in the morning air, The wreaths of failing smoke declare To embers now the brands decayd, Where the night-watch their fires had made. They saw, slow rolling on the plain, Full many a haggage-cart and wain, And dire artillery's clumsy car, By sluggish oxen lugg'd to war;" And there were Borthwick's Sisters Seven,'
And culverins which France had given. Seven culverins so called, cast by ono Boribwick.
With gloomy splendour red ;
The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state,
And all the steep slope dowo,
'Each of these feudal ensigns intimated the different rank of those entitled to display them.