Thy volumes, open as thy heart,
Delight, amusement, science, art,
To every ear and eye impart ;

Yet who, of all who thus employ them,
Can, like the owner's self, enjoy them?-
But, hark! I hear the distant drum:
The day of Flodden field is come.—
Adieu, dear Heber! life and health,
And store of literary wealth.

VOL. IV.

MARMION.

CANTO SIXTH.

The Battle.

MARMION.

CANTO SIXTH.

The Battle.

I.

WHILE great events were on the gale, And each hour brought a varying tale, And the demeanour, changed and cold, Of Douglas, fretted Marmion bold, And, like the impatient steed of war, He snuff'd the battle from afar ;

And hopes were none, that back again Herald should come from Terouenne,