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And then, he said, he would full fain
Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And, while his harp responsive rung, Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.
O HE feast was over in Branksome tower, W And the Ladye had gone to her secret
bower; Her bower that was guarded by word and by
HE tables were drawn, it was idlesse
all; Knight, and page, and household squire, Loiter'd through the lofty hall,
Or crowded round the ample fire:
The stag-hounds, weary with the chase,
Lay stretch'd upon the rushy floor, And urged, in dreams, the forest race,
From Teviot-stone to Eskdale-moor.
JINE-AND-TWENTY knights of fame
Hung their shields in Branksome
IV. EN of them were sheathed in steel, 2 With belted sword, and spur on heel :
They quitted not their harness bright,
They lay down to rest,
With corslet laced,
They carv'd at the meal
With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barrd.
Waited the beck of the warders ten;
T HY do these steeds stand ready dight?
Why watch these warriors, arm’d, by
night?They watch, to hear the blood-hound baying: They watch, to hear the war-horn braying ; To see St. George's red cross streaming, To see the midnight beacon gleaming : They watch, against Southern force and