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Then, oh! what omen, dark and high,
XVII. Displeased was James, that stranger viewed And tampered with his changing mood. “ Laugh those that can, weep those that may," Thus did the fiery Monarch say,... “ Southward I march by break of day; And if within Tantallon strong, The good Lord Marmion tarries long, Perchance our meeting next may fall At Tamworth, in his castle-hall.”— The haughty Marmion felt the taunt, And answered, grave, the royal vaunt : “ Much honoured were my humble home, If in its halls King James should come; But Nottingham has archers good, And Yorkshire men are stern of mood; Northumbrian prickers wild and rude.
On Derby Hills the paths are steep;
XVIII. Leave we these revels now, to tell What to Saint Hilda's maids befel,
• The ancient cry to make room for a dance, or pageant.
Whose galley, as they sailed again
And soon, by his command,
Again to English land. . The Abbess told her chaplet o’er, Nor knew which Saint she should implore ; For, when she thought of Constance, sore
She feared Lord Marmion's mood. And judge what Clara must have felt ! The sword, that hung in Marmion's belt,
Had drunk De Wilton's blood.
As guard to Whitby's shades,
By these defenceless maids; .
Yet what petition could avail,
XIX. Their lodging, so the King assigned, To Marmion's, as their guardian, joined ; And thus it fell, that, passing nigh, The Palmer caught the Abbess' eye,
Who warned him by a scroll, She had a secret to reveal, That much concerned the Church's weal,
And health of sinners' soul; .. isti
She named a place to meet,
Above the stately street ;
To which, as common to each home,
At night, in secret, there they came,
Upon the street, where late before
You might have heard a pebble fall,
On Giles's steeple tall. 'jon
Were here wrapt deep in shade;'.
And on the casements played.