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Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky,
Mine own romantic town!
And, broad between them rolld,
Like emeralds chased in gold.
And raised his bridle-hand,
To fight for such a land !»
God is the guider of the field,
But thou thyself shalt say,
Her monks the death-mass sing;
Led on by such a king.»—
And there they make a stay.-
In the succeeding lay.
INTRODUCTION TO CANTO V.
And life, and kettle-drum,
Did up the mountain come;
And thus the Lindesay spoke :-
Or chapel of St Rocque.
When blither was their cheer,
To the downfall of the deer.
GEORGE ELLIS, ESQ.
Not here need my desponding rhyme
XXXII. « Nor less,» he said, -« when looking forth, I view yon Empress of the North
Sit on her hilly throne;
Nor less,» he said, « I moan
Or, with their larum, call
Dun-Edin's leaguer'd wall. But not from my presaging thought, Dream conquest sure, or cheaply bought!
Lord Marmion, I say nay:
+ See Introduction to Canto II.
Within its steepy limits pent,
For fosse and turret proud to stand;
Truce to these thoughts !-for, 'as they rise, How gladly I avert mine eyes, Bodings, or true or false, to change, For fiction's fair romantic range, Or for tradition's dubious light, That hovers 'twixt the day and night : Dazzling alternately and dim, Her wavering lamp I'd rather trim, Knights, squires, and lovely dames to see, Creation of my fantasy, Than
abroad on reeky fen,
Not she, the championess of old, In Spenser's magic tale enrolld, She for the charmed spear renown'd, Which forced each knight to kiss the ground, Not she more changed, when placed at rest, What time she was Malbecco's guest,' She gave to flow her maiden vest; When from the corslet's grasp relieved, Free to the sight her bosom heaved ; Sweet was her blue eye's modest smile, Erst hidden by the aventayle; And down her shoulders graceful roll'd Her locks profuse of paly gold. They who whilom, in midnight fight, Had marvelld at her matchless might, i No less her maiden charms approved, But looking liked, and liking loved.2 The sight could jealous pangs beguile, And charm Malbecco's cares awhile; And he, the wandering Squire of Dames, Forgot his Columbella's claims, And passion, erst unknown, could gain The breast of blunt Sir Satyrane; Nor durst light Paridel advance, Bold as he was, a looser glance. She charm'd, at once, and tamed the heart, Incomparable Britomarte!
But who sball teach my harp to gain A sound of the romantic strain, Whose Anglo-Norman tones whilere Could win the royal Henry's ear, (4) Famed Beauclerc call'd, for that he loved The minstrel, and his lay approved ? Who shall these lingering notes redeem, Decaying on oblivion's stream; Such notes as from the Breton tongae Marie translated, Blondel sung ?-0! boro, Time's ravage to repair, And make the dying muse thy care; Who, when his scythe her hoary foe Was poising for the final blow, The weapon from his hand could wring, And break his glass, and shear his wing, And bid, reviving in his strain, The gentle poet live again; Thou, who canst give to lightest lay An unpedantic moral gay, Nor less the dullest theme bid flic On wings of unexpected wit; In letters, as in life, approved, Example honourd, and beloved, Dear Ellis! to the bard impart A lesson of thy magic art, To win at once the head and heart, -
So thou, fair city! disarray'd
Thy dauntless voluntary line ;
- For every one her liked, and every one her loved. --Srexten.
At once to charm, instruct, and mend, My guide, my pattern, and my
Such minstrel lesson to bestow Be long thy pleasing task,-but, O! No more by thy example teach What few can practise, all can preach; With even patience to ensure Lingering disease, and painful cure, And boast affliction's paugs subdued By mild and manly fortitude. Enough, the lesson has been given; Forbid the repetition, Heaven!
On Flemish steeds of bone and height,
With battle-axe and spear.
Each warlike feat to show;
On foeman's casque below. (6)
For visor they wore none, Nor waving plume, nor crest of knight; But buruislı'd were their corslets bright, Their brigantines, and gorzels light, Like very
silver shone. Long pikes they had for standing light,
Two-handed swords they wore, And many wielded mace of weight,
And bucklers bright they bore.
Come listen, then! for thou hasi known, And loved the minstrel's varying tone, Who, like his Border sires of old, Waked a wild measure rude and bold, Till Windsor's oaks, and Ascot plain, With wonder heard the northern strain. Come, listen!-bold in thy applause, The bard shall scorn pedantic laws, And, as the ancient art could stain Achievements on the storied pane, Irregularly traced and planud, But yet so glowing and so grand;-So shall he strive, in changeful hue, Field, feast, and combat, to renew, And loves, and arms, and harper's glee, And all the pomp of chiyalry.
With iron quilted well;
As feudal statutes tell.
A dagger-knife, and brand,
And march to foreigu strand;
To till the fallow land,
More dreadful far his ire,
A ficrce but fading fire.
That closed the tented ground;
Into its ainple bound. Fast ran the Scottish warriors there, Upon the southern band to stare; And envy with their wonder rose, To see such well-appointed focs; Such length of shafts, such mighty bows, So huge, that many simply thought, But for a vaunt such weapons wrought; And little deem d their force to feel, Through Jivks of mail, and places of steel, When, rattling upon Flodien vale, The cloth-yard arrows flew like hail.(5)
And joy'd to hear it swell.
Like the loud slogan yell. On active steed, with laoce and blade, The light-arm'd pricker plied his trade,
Let nobles light for fame; Let vassals follow where they lead, Burghers, to guard their townships, bleed, But war's the Borderers' game. Their gain, their glory, their delight, To sleep thic day, maraud the night,
O'er mountain, moss, and inoor; Joyful to fight they took their way, Scarce caring who might win the day,
Their booly was secure. These, as Lord Marmion's train pass'd by, Lookd on at first with careless cye,
il. Nor less did Marmion's skilful view Glance every line and squadron through; And much hie marvcild one small land Could marshal forth such various band :
For men-al-arms were here, Ileavily sheathed in mail and plate, Like iron towers for strength anci wcight,
Nor marvella aught, well taught to know
But when they saw the lord array'd
« Hist, Ringan! seest thou there! Canst guess which road they 'll homeward ride?0 could we but on Border side, By Eusedale glen, or Liduell's ride,
Besei a prize so fair!
Could make a kirtle rare.»
Or axe, or falchion to the side
Bore lance, or casque, or sword;
Described each new-come lord,
There must the baron rest,
Such was the king's behest.
To Marmion and his train ;
The palace-halls they gain.
A various race of man;
To every varying clan; -
On Marmion as he past;
And hardend to the blast;
A studded targe they wore,
To that which England bore.
VII. Old liolyrood runy merrily, That night, wish wassel, inirth, and glee: King James within her princely bower Feasted the chiefs of Scotland's power, Summond to spend the parting lour;, For he had charged, that his array Should southward march by break of day. Well loved that splendid monarch aye
The banquet and the song,
The revel loud and long.
O'er coldness and disdain ;
Nor own her share of pain.
VI. Thus through the Scottish camp they passid, And reach'd the city gate at last, Where all around, a wakeful guard, Arm'd burghers kept their watch and ward. Well had they cause of jealous (fear, When lay encamp'd, in field so near, The Borderer and the Mountaineer. As through the bustling streets they go, All was alive with marual show;' At every turn, with dinning clang, The armourer's anvil clash'd and rang, Or toild the swarthy smith, to wheel The bar that arms the charger's heel;
While, reverent, all made room.
' Following-Feudal retainers.
Although, his courtesy to show,
His broider'd cap and plume.
His cloak, of crimson velvet piled,
Trimm'd with the fur of marten wild; His vest of changeful satin sheen,
The dazzled eye beguiled ; His gorgeous collar hung adown, Wrought with the badge of Scotland's crown, The thistle brave, of old renown; His trusty blade, Toledo right, Descended from a baldric bright; White were his buskins, on the heel His spurs inlaid of gold and steel; His bonnet, all of crimson fair, Was button'd with a ruby rare : And Marmion deem'd he ne'er had seen A prince of such a noble mien.
Sent him a Turquois ring, and glove,
For her to break a lance;(12)
In English breezes dauce.
And yet, the sooth-to tell,
From Margaret's eyes that fell,-
IS. The monarch's form was middle size; For feat of strength, or exercise,
Shaped in proportion fair; And hazel was his eagle eye, And auburn of the darkest dye
His short curl'd beard and hair.. Light was his footstep in the dance,
And firm his stirrup in the lists; And, oh! he had that merry glance
That seldom lady's heart resists. Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; — Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sich in vain.
I said he joy'd in banquet-bower; But, mid his mirth, 't was often strange, How suddenly his cheer would change, His look o'ercast and lower, If, in a sudden turn, he felt The pressure of his iron belt, That bound his breast in penance pain, In memory of his father slain. (10) Even so 't was strange howevermore, Soon as the passing pang was o'er, Forward he rush'd, with double glee, Into the stream of revelry: Thus, dim-seen object of affright Startles the courser in his flight, And half he halts, half springs aside; But feels the quickening spur applied, And, straining on the tighten'd rein, Scours doubly swift o'er hill and plain.
Upon the harp to play.
The strings her fingers flew;
Was plainer given to view ; For all, for heat, was laid aside, Her wimple, and lier hood untied. And first she pitch d'her voice to sing, Then glanced her dark eye on the king, And then around the silent ring ; And laugh'd, and blush'd, and oft did say Her pretty oath, by yea and nay, She could not, would not, durst not play! At length, upon the harp, with glee, Mingled with arch simplicity, A soft, yet lively air she rung, While thus the wily lady sang.
LADY HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone, So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, Thiere never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
To Scotland's court she came,
Had sent his lovely dame.
For the fair Queen of France
He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,