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Day set on Norham's castled steep,
And Cheviot's mountains lone:
In yellow lustre shone.
The warriors on the turrets high,
Seemed forms of giant height:
In lines of dazzling light.
St. George's banner, broad and gay, · · Now faded, as the fading ray
Less bright, and less, was flung;
So heavily it hung.
· The scouts had parted on their search,.
The castle gates were barr'd; ...
The warder kept his guard;.
Beneath a pennon gay;
Before the dark array.
His bugle-horn he blew;
For well the blast he knew; .
* This word properly applies to a flight of water-fowl ; but is applied, by analogy, to a body of horse.
There is a Knight of the North Country,
" Now broach ye a pipe of Malvoisie,
Bring pasties of the doe,
And all our trumpets blow;
Lord Marmion waits below.”— Then to the Castle's lower ward
Sped forty yeomen tall, The iron-studded gates unbarred, Raised the portcullis ponderous guard, The lofty palisade unsparred,
And let the draw-bridge fall.
Along the bridge Lord Marmion rode, Proudly his red-roan charger trod,