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The Palmer mount, and outwards ride,
Upon the Earl's own favourite steed;
Lord Angus wished him speed.”—
O dotage blind and gross !
My path no more to cross.
'Twas therefore gloomed his rugged brow.Will Surrey dare to entertain, 'Gainst Marmion, charge disproved and vain ?
Small risk of that, I trow.
Yet Clare's sharp questions must I shun; Must separate Constance from the NunO what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive ! A Palmer too!—no wonder why I felt rebuked beneath his eye: I might have known there was but one, Whose look could quell Lord Marmion.”—
Yet mourn thou not its cells ;
A reverend pilgrim dwells, .
Yet did Saint Bernard's Abbot there · Give Marmion entertainment fair,
And lodging for his train and Clare. *Next morn the Baron climbed the tower, To view afar the Scottish power,
Encamped on Flodden edge:
Along the dusky ridge.
Amid the shifting lines :
The Scottish host drawn out appears,
For, flashing on the hedge of spears,
The eastern sun-beam shines.
The Scots beheld the English host
And heedful watched them as they crossed
By rock, by oak, by hawthorn tree, Troop after troop are disappearing; Troop after troop their banners rearing,
Upon the eastern bank you see.
Where flows the sullen Till,
In slow succession still,
To gain the opposing hill. That morn, to many a trumpet-clang, Twisel !·thy rock's deep echo rang;. . And many a chief of birth and rank, Saint Helen! at thy fountain drank. Thy hawthorn glade, which now we see In spring-tide bloom so lavishly, Had then from many an axe its doorn, To give the marching columns room.
And why stands Scotland idly now,
Why sits that champion of the dames
Inactive on his steed, And sees, between him and his land, Between him and Tweed's southern strand,
His host Lord Surrey lead ?