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Let him take living, land, and life;
In me were deadly sin :
And safely rest bis head,
The kinsmen of the dead'; Yet one asylum is my own,
Against the dreaded hour; A low, a silent, and a lone,
Where kings have little power. One victim is before me there
Mother, your blessing, and in prayer Remember your unhappy Clare !"Loud weeps the Abbess, and bestows
Kind blessings many a one; Weeping and wailing loud arose,
Round patient Clare, the clamorous woes
Of every simple nun.
Then took the squire her rein,
To cheer her strove in vain.
But scant three miles the band had rode,
When o'er a height they passed,
His towers, Tantallon vast ;
And double mound and fosse.
By narrow draw-bridge, outworks strong,
To the main court they cross.
And towers of various form,
The gathering ocean-storm.
Here did they rest.—The princely care
Or why the tidings say,
With every varying day?
And, first, they heard King James had won
Etall, and Wark, and Ford; and then,
That Norham castle strong was ta’en.
But whispered news there came,
With Heron's wily dame.--
Go seek them there, and see :
And not a history.
Which frowns o’er Millfield Plain ;
And marched into Northumberland,
And camp at Wooler ta’en. Marmion, like charger in the stall, That hears, without, the trumpet-call,
Began to chafe, and swear :“ A sorry thing to hide my head In castle, like a fearful maid,
When such a field is near! Needs must I see this battle-day: Death to my fame, if such a fray Were fought, and Marmion away!
The Douglas, too, I wot not why, Hath ’bated of his courtesy : No longer in his halls I'll stay.”— Then bade his band, they should array For march against the dawning day.
END OF CANTO FIFTH.