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ESTING upon his pilgrim staff,
Right opposite the Palmer stood; His thin dark visage seen but half,
Half hidden by his hood. Still fix'd on Marmion was his look, Which he, who ill such gaze could brook,
Strove by a frown to quell; But not for that, though more than once Full met their stern encountering glance,
The Palmer's visage fell.
Y fits less frequent from the crowd
Was heard the burst of laughter loud;
Their glee and game declined.
Thus whisper'd forth his mind :“Saint Mary! saw'st thou e'er such sight ? How pale his cheek, his eye how bright,
Whene'er the fire-brand's fickle light
Glances beneath his cowl !
Endure that sullen scowl.” —
UT Marmion, as to chase the awe
The ever-varying fire-light show
Now call'd upon a squire :“Fitz-Eustace, know'st thou not some lay, To speed the lingering night away?
We slumber by the fire.”
O please you,” thus the youth re
join'd, “Our choicest minstrel's left behind. Ill may we hope to please your ear, Accustom'd Constant's strains to hear. The harp full deftly can he strike, And wake the lover's lute alike;
To dear Saint Valentine, no thrush
MELLOW voice Fitz-Eustace had,
The air he chose was wild and sad ; Such have I heard, in Scottish land, Rise from the busy harvest band, When falls before the mountaineer, On Lowland plains, the ripen’d ear. Now one shrill voice the notes prolong, Now a wild chorus swells the song : Oft have I listen'd, and stood still, As it came soften’d up the hill, And deem'd it the lament of men Who languish'd for their native glen;
And thought how sad would be such sound
Whom the fates seber
Parted for eber?
Sounds the far billow,
There, through the summer day,
Cool streams are labing ;
Scarce are bongbs wabing ;
There, thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for eber, Neber, again to wake,
Neber, 0 neber.
Where shall the traitor rest,
He, the deceiber,
Ruin, and leave her ?
Borne down by the flying, EN here mingles war's rattle
With groans of the dying.
Her wing shall the eagle flap
O'er the false-bearted ;
Ere life be parted.