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One touch to her hand and one word in her ear,
When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood
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So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung,
“She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow,” quoth young Loch-

invar.

There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love and so dauntless in war,
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The monarch o’er the siren hung,
And beat the measure as she sung;
And pressing closer and more near,
He whispered praises in her ear.
In loud applause the courtiers vied;
And ladies winked and spoke aside.
The witching dame to Marmion threw

A glance, where seemed to reign
The pride that claims applauses due,
And of her royal conquest too

A real or feigned disdain:
Familiar was the look and told,
Marmion and she were friends of old.
The King observed their meeting eyes
With something like displeased surprise;

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For monarchs ill can rivals brook,
Even in a word or smile or look.
Straight took he forth the parchment broad
Which Marmion's high commission showed:
“ Our Borders sacked by many a raid,
Our peaceful liege-men robbed,” he said:
“On day of truce our warden slain,
Stout Barton killed, his vassals ta’en -
Unworthy were we here to reign,
Should these for vengeance cry in vain;
Our full defiance, hate, and scorn,
Our herald has to Henry borne.”

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He paused and led where Douglas stood
And with stern eye the pageant viewed:
I mean that Douglas, sixth of yore,
Who coronet of Angus bore,
And, when his blood and heart were high,
Did the third James in camp defy,
And all his minions led to die

On Lauder's dreary flat;
Princes and favorites long grew tame,
And trembled at the homely name

Of Archibald Bell-the-Cat;
The same who left the dusky vale
Of hermitage in Liddisdale,

Its dungeons and its towers,
Where Bothwell's turrets brave the air,
And Bothwell bank is blooming fair,

To fix his princely bowers.
Though now, in age, he had laid down

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His armor for the peaceful gown

And for a staff his brand,
Yet often would flash forth the fire
That could, in youth, a monarch’s ire

And minion's pride withstand;
And even that day, at council board,
Unapt to soothe his sovereign's mood,

Against the war had Angus stood,
And chafed his royal lord.

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His giant-form, like ruined tower,
Though fall’n its muscles' brawny vaunt,
Huge-boned and tall and grim and gaunt,

Seemed o'er the gaudy scene to lower :
His locks and beard in silver grew;
His eyebrows kept their sable hue.
Near Douglas when the monarch stood,
His bitter speech he thus pursued :
“Lord Marmion, since these letters say
That in the North you needs must stay,

While slightest hopes of peace remain,
Uncourteous speech it were and stern
To say — Return to Lindisfarne,

Until my herald come again.
Then rest you in Tantallon Hold;
Your host shall be the Douglas bold, -
A chief unlike his sires of old,
He wears their motto on his blade,
Their blazon o'er his towers displayed ;
Yet loves his sovereign to oppose
More than to face his country's foes.

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And, I bethink me, by Saint Stephen,

But e'en this morn to me was given
A prize, the first fruits of the war,
Ta’en by a galley from Dunbar,

A bevy of the maids of Heaven.
Under your guard, these holy maids
Shall safe return to cloister shades,
And, while they at Tantallon stay,
Requiem for Cochran's soul may say."
And, with the slaughtered favorite's name,
Across the monarch's brow there came
A cloud of ire, remorse and shame.

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In answer nought could Angus speak;
His proud heart swelled well nigh to break;
He turned aside and down his cheek

A burning tear there stole.
His hand the monarch sudden took,
That sight his kind heart could not brook.

“Now, by the Bruce's soul,
Angus, my hasty speech forgive!
For sure as doth his spirit live,
As he said of the Douglas old,

I well may say of you, —
That never king did subject hold,
In speech more free, in war more bold,

More tender and more true:
Forgive me, Douglas, once again.”
And, while the King his hand did strain,
The old man's tears fell down like rain.
To seize the moment Marmion tried,

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And whispered to the King aside:
“Oh! let such tears unwonted plead
For respite short from dubious deed !
A child will weep a bramble's smart,
A maid to see her sparrow part,
A stripling for a woman's heart:
But woe awaits a country, when
She sees the tears of bearded men.
Then, oh! what omen, dark and high,
When Douglas wets his manly eye!”

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Displeased was James, that stranger viewed
And tampered with his changing mood.
{"Laugh those that can, weep those that may,”
Thus did the fiery monarch say,
“Southward I march by break of day;
And if within Tantallon strong,
The good Lord Marmion tarries long,
Perchance our meeting next may fall
At Tamworth, in his castle-hall.”.
The haughty Marmion felt the taunt,
And answered grave the royal vaunt:

Much honored were my humble home,
If in its halls King James should come;
But Nottingham has archers good,
And Yorkshiremen are stern of mood,
Northumbrian prickers wild and rude.
On Derby hills the paths are steep;
In Ouse and Tyne the fords are deep;
And many a banner will be torn,
And many a knight to earth be borne,

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