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The Howard's lion fell ;.
Around the battle yell.
The pennon sunk and rose;
It wavered mid the foes.
I will not see it lost !
I gallop to the host.” .
The rescued banner rose,-
It sunk among the foes.
When, fast as shaft can Ay, .
.' Housing and saddle bloody red,
Lord Marmion's steed rushed by; And Eustace, maddening at the sight,
A look and sign to Clara cast,
To mark he would return in haste, Then plunged into the fight.'
XXVIII. Ask me not what the maiden feels,
Left in that dreadful hour alone : Perchance her reason stoops, or reels ;
Perchance a courage, not her own,
Braces her mind to desperate tone.The scattered van of England wheels ;She only said, as loud in air The tumult roared, “ Is Wilton there?”— They fly, or, maddened by despair,
Fight but to die." Is Wilton there?”With that, straight up the hill there rode
Two horsemen drenched with gore, And in their arms, a helpless load,
A wounded knight they bore. His hand still strained the broken brand; His arms were smeared with blood and sand : Dragged from among the horses feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion!.. Young Blount his armour did unlace, And, gazing on his ghastly face,
Said—“ By Saint George, he's gone! That spear-wound has our master sped, And see the deep cut on his head!
Good night to Marmion.”— “ Unnurtured Blount! thy brawling cease: He opes his eyes,” said Eustace ; “ peace!”—
XXIX.. When, doffed his casque, he felt free air, Around gan Marmion wildly stare:“ Where's Harry Blount? Fitz-Eustace where? Linger ye here, ye hearts of hare !
Redeem my pennon,-charge again!
To Dacre bear my signet-ring;
Tell him his squadrons up to bring :-
Tunstall lies dead upon the field,
Full upon Scotland's central host,