Their marshall'd lines stretch'd east and west, And fronted north and south, And distant salutation past From the loud cannon mouth ; Not in the close successive rattle, That breathes the voice of modern battle, The hillock gain'd, Lord Marmion staid : With ten pick'd archers of my train ; With England if the day go hard, But, if we conquer, cruel maid! My spoils shall at your feet be laid, When here we meet again.” He waited not for answer there, And would not mark the maid's despair, Nor heed the discontented look From either squire; but spurr'd amain, His way to Surrey took. ` XXIV. -The good Lord Marmion, by my life! Welcome to danger's hour!— Short greeting serves in time of strife :— Thus have I ranged my power: Myself will rule this central host, Stout Stanley fronts their right, My sons command the vaward post, Edmund, the Admiral, Tunstall there, With thee their charge will blithely share; First in the vanguard made a halt, Startled the Scottish foes. XXV. Blount and Fitz-Eustace rested still On which, (for far the day was spent,) Sadly to Blount did Eustace say, No hope of gilded spurs to-day. And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his mountain-throne King James did rushing come.— Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lances thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth, O life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, Long look'd the anxious squires; their eye XXVI. At length the freshening western blast And, first, the ridge of mingled spears |