And lightly bear the ring away; VIII. Four men-at-arms came at their backs, With halbert, bill, and battle-axe: They bore Lord Marmion's lance so strong,' And led his sumpter-mules along,! And ambling palfrey, when at need Him listed ease his battle-steed. The last and trustiest of the four, On high his forky pennon bore; Like swallow's tail, in shape and hue, Flutter'd the streamer glossy blue, Where, blazon'd sable, as before, The towering falcon seem'd to soar. Last, twenty yeomen, two and two, In hosen black, and jerkins blue, With falcons broider'd on each breast, Attended on their lord's behest. Each, chosen for an archer good, Knew hunting-craft by lake or wood; Each one a six-foot bow could bend, And far a cloth-yard shaft could send ; Each held a boar-spear tough and strong, And at their belts their quivers rung. Their dusty palfreys, and array, Show'd they had march'd a weary way. IX. Tis meet that I should tell you now, How fairly arm'd, and order'd how, The soldiers of the guard, With musket, pike, and morion, To welcome noble Marmion, Stood in the Castle-yard; Minstrels and trumpeters were there, X. The guards their morrice-pikes advanced, The trumpets flourish'd brave, -MS.- One bore Lord Marmion's lance so strong, As through the echoing turrets rang." "The most picturesque of all poets, Homer, is frequently izate, to the utmost degree, in the description of the dresses and accoutrements of his personages. These particulars, often The cannon from the ramparts glanced, And thundering welcome gave. A blithe salute, in martial sort, The minstrels well might sound, For, as Lord Marmion cross'd the court, He scatter'd angels round. "Welcome to Norham, Marmion! . Stout heart, and open hand! Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan, Thou flower of English land!" XI. Two pursuivants, whom tabarts deck, Stood on the steps of stone, By which you reach the donjon gate, Of Tamworth tower and town: Gave them a chain of twelve marks' weight, All as he lighted down. "Now, largesse, largesse, Lord Marmion, Knight of the crest of gold! A blazon'd shield, in battle won, . Ne'er guarded heart so bold." XII. They marshall'd him to the Castle-hall, And to the King his land. A sight both sad and fair; We saw the victor win the crest He wears with worthy pride; And on the gibbet-tree, reversed, Till they roll'd forth upon the air,' And met the river breezes there, Which gave again the prospect fair. Marmion. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND. TO THE REV. JOHN MARRIOTT, A. M. Ashestiel, Ettrick Forest. THE scenes are desert now, and bare, Yon Thorn-perchance whose prickly spears "Here, in my shade," methinks he'd say, "The mighty stag at noon-tide lay: The wolf I've seen, a fiercer game (The neighboring dingle bears his name), With lurching step around me prowl, And stop, against the moon to howl; The mountain-boar, on battle set, His tusks upon my stem would whet; 1 MS.-"Slow they roll'd forth upon the air." 2 See Appendix, Note V. "The second epistle opens again with 'chance and change;' but it cannot be denied that the mode in which it is introduced is new and poetical. The comparison of Ettrick Forest, now open and naked, with the state in which it once was--covered with wood, the favorite resort of the royal hunt, and the refuge of daring outlaws--leads the poet to imagine an ancient thorn gifted with the powers of reason, and relating the various scenes which it has witnessed during a period of three hundred years. A melancholy train of fancy is naturally encouraged by the idea."-Monthly Review. While doe, and roe, and red-deer good, A thousand vassals muster'd round, Of such proud huntings, many tales Yet linger in our lonely dales, Up pathless Ettrick and on Yarrow, Where erst the outlaw drew his arrow." But not more blithe than silvan court, Than we have been at humbler sport; Though small our pomp, and mean our game, Our mirth, dear Marriott, was the same. Remember'st thou my greyhounds true! O'er holt or hill there never flew, From slip or leash there never sprang, More fleet of foot, or sure of fang. Nor dull, between each merry chase, Pass'd by the intermitted space; For we had fair resource in store, In Classic and in Gothic lore: We mark'd each memorable scene, And held poetic talk between; Nor hill, nor brook, we paced along, But had its legend or its song. All silent now-for now are still Thy bowers, untenanted Bowhill !8 No longer, from thy mountains dun, 4 Mountain-ash. MS. How broad the ash his shadows flung, $ See Notes to the Lay of the Last Minstrel. The Tale of the Outlaw Murray, who held out Newark Castle and Ettrick Forest against the King, may be found in the Border Minstrelsy, vol. i. In the Macfarlane MS., among other causes of James the Fifth's charter to the burgh of Selkirk, is mentioned, that the citizens assisted him to suppress this dangerous outlaw. A seat of the Duke of Buccleuch on the Yarrow, in Et trick Forest. See Notes to the Lay of the Last Minstrel. The yeoman hears the well-known gun, And she is gone, whose lovely face They press'd to hear of Wallace wight, Kindled their brows to hear me speak; Mr. Marriott was governor to the young nobleman here aded to, George Henry, Lord Scott, son to Charles, Earl of Dakeith (afterwards Duke of Buccleuch and Queensberry), who died early in 1808.-See Life of Scott, vol. iii. Px 59-61. The four next lines on Harriet, Countess of Dalkeith, afterwards Duchess of Buccleuch, were not in the original MS. The late Alexander Pringle, Esq., of Whytbank-whose befal seat of the Yair stands on the Tweed, about two les below Ashestiel, the then residence of the poet. The sans of Mr. Pringle of Whytbank. Condemn'd to stem the world's rude tide, But, well I hope, without a sigh, On the free hours that we have spent When, musing on companions gone, Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge; Where living thing conceal'd might lie; Where swain, or woodman lone, might dwell; There's nothing left to fancy's guess, |