MARMION. CANTO FIFTH. The Court. I. THE train has left the hills of Braid; That closed the tented ground, Fast ran the Scottish warriors there, Upon the Southern band to stare; And envy with their wonder rose, Such length of shafts, such mighty bows, And little deemed their force to feel The cloth-yard arrows flew like hail. II. Nor less did Marmion's skilful view Heavily sheathed in mail and plate, On Flemish steeds of bone and height, Young knights and squires, a lighter train, By aid of leg, of hand, and rein, To pass, to wheel, the croupe to gain, He saw the hardy burghers there Nor waving plume, nor crest of knight, Long pikes they had for standing fight, Two-handed swords they wore, And many wielded mace of weight, And bucklers bright they bore. |