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with their wonder rose, To see such well-appointed foes ; Such length of shafts, such mighty bows, So huge, that many simply thought, But for a vaunt such weapons wrought;
And little deemed their force to feel,
Through links of mail, and plates of steel,
Nor less did Marmion's skilful view
Glance every line and squadron through;
And much he marvelled one small land
Could marshal forth such various band :
For men-at-arms were here, Heavily sheathed in mail and plate, Like iron towers for strength and weight, Ou Flemish steeds of bone and height,
With battle-axe and spear.
Young knights and squires, a lighter train,
Each warlike feat to show;
On foeman's casque below.
For visor they wore none,
Nor waving plume, nor crest of knight; But burnished were their corslets bright,
Their brigantines, and gorgets light,
very silver shone.
Long pikes they had for standing fight,
Two-handed swords they wore,
And many wielded mace of weight,
And bucklers bright they bore.
On foot the yeoman too, but dressed
With iron quilted well ;
As feudal statutes tell.
His arms were halbard, axe, or spear,
A dagger-knife, and brand.
Sober he seemed, and sad of cheer,
And march to foreign strand;
To till the fallow land.
Yet deem not in his thoughtful eye
Did aught of dastard terror lie ;
More dreadful far his ire, Than theirs, who, scorning danger's name,
In eager mood to battle came,
A fierce but fading fire.
Not so the Borderer:- bred to war,
He knew the battle's din afar,
And joyed to hear it swell.
Like the loud slogan yell.
Let nobles fight for fame;
But war's the Borderers' game.
O'er mountain, moss, and moor;
Joyful to fight they took their way,
Their booty was secure.
Looked on at first with careless eye,
But when they saw the Lord arrayed
In splendid arms, and rich brocade,
“ Hist, Ringan! seest thou there!
which road they'll homeward ride?
O! could we but on Border side,
Beset a prize so fair !
Could make a kirtle rare.”