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Resting upon his pilgrim staff,

Right opposite the Palmer stood;
His thin dark visage seen but half,

Half hidden by his hood.
Still fixed on Marmion was his look,
Which he, who ill such gaze could brook,

Strove by a frown to quell;
But not for that, though more than once
Full met their stern encountering glance,

The Palmer's visage fell.

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VI.

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By fits less frequent from the crowd
Was heard the burst of laughter loud;
For still, as squire and archer stared
On that dark face and matted beard,

Their glee and game declined.
All gazed at length in silence drear,
Unbroke, save when in comrade's ear
Some yeoman, wondering in his fear,

Thus whispered forth his mind :-
“Saint Mary! saw'st thou e'er such sight?
How pale his cheek, his eye how bright,
Whene'er the firebrand's fickle light

Glances beneath his cowl !
Full on our Lord he sets his eye;
For his best palfrey would not I

Endure that sullen scowl.”

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VII.

But Marmion, as to chase the awe
Which thus had quelled their hearts who saw

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The ever-varying firelight show
That figure stern and face of woe,

Now called upon a squire:-
“Fitz-Eustace, know'st thou not some lay,
To speed the lingering night away ?
We slumber by the fire."

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“So please you,” thus the youth rejoined,
“Our choicest minstrel's left behind.
Ill may we hope to please your ear,
Accustomed Constant's strains to hear.
The harp full deftly can he strike,
And wake the lover's lute alike;
To dear Saint Valentine, no thrush
Sings livelier from a spring-tide bush,
No nightingale her lovelorn tune
More sweetly warbles to the moon.
Woe to the cause, whate'er it be,
Detains from us his melody,
Lavished on rocks and billows stern,
Or duller monks of Lindisfarne.
Now must I venture, as I may,
To sing his favorite roundelay.”

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IX.

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A mellow voice Fitz-Eustace had,
The air he chose was wild and sad;
Such have I heard in Scottish land
Rise from the busy harvest band,
When falls before the mountaineer
On Lowland plains the ripened ear.

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Now one shrill voice the notes prolong,
Now a wild chorus swells the song:
Oft have I listened and stood still,
As it came softened up the hill,
And deemed it the lament of men
Who languished for their native glen;
And thought how sad would be such sound
On Susquehanna's swampy ground,
Kentucky's wood-encumbered brake,
Or wild Ontario's boundless lake,
Where heart-sick exiles, in the strain,
Recalled fair Scotland's hills again !

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X.

SONG.

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Where shall the lover rest

Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden's breast,

Parted forever!
Where, through groves deep and high,

Sounds the far billow,
Where early violets die,

Under the willow.

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Eleu loro, &c. There shall he be lying.

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Her wing shall the eagle flap

O'er the false-hearted;
His warm blood the wolf shall lap,

Ere life be parted.
Shame and dishonor sit

By his grave ever; Blessings shall hallow it,

Never, O never !

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CHORUS.

Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never!

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It ceased, the melancholy sound;
And silence sunk on all around.
The air was sad; but sadder still

It fell on Marmion's ear,
And plained as if disgrace and ill,

And shameful death were near.
He drew his mantle past his face,

Between it and the band,
And rested with his head a space

Reclining on his hand.
His thoughts I scan not; but I ween,
That, could their import have been seen,
The meanest groom in all the hall,
That e'er tied courser to a stall,
Would scarce have wished to be their prey,
For Lutterward and Fontenaye.

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XIII.

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High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse!
Fear for their scourge mean villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave!
Yet fatal strength they boast to steel
Their minds to bear the wounds they feel,
Even while they writhe beneath the smart
Of civil conflict in the heart.
For soon Lord Marmion raised his head,
And, smiling, to Fitz-Eustace said, -
“Is it not strange, that, as ye sung,
Seemed in mine ear a death-peal rung,

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