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Might meet some damsel flying fast,
With hair unbound, and looks aghast;
And smooth and level course were here,
In her defence to break a spear.
Here, too, are twilight nooks and dells ;
And oft, in such, the story tells,
The damsel kind, from danger freed,
Did grateful pay her champion's meed.”-
He spoke to cheer Lord Marmion's mind;
Perchance to show his lore design'd;

For Eustace much had pored
Upon a huge romantic tome,
In the hall-window of his home,
Imprinted at the antique dome

Of Caxton, or de Worde,
Therefore he spoke,—but spoke in vain,
For Marmion answer'd nought again.

V.

OW sudden, distant trumpets shrill,

In notes prolong’d by wood and hill, Were heard to echo far; Each ready archer grasp'd his bow, But by the flourish soon they know,

They breathed no point of war.
Yet cautious, as in foeman's land,
Lord Marmion's order speeds the band,

Some opener ground to gain ;
And scarce a furlong had they rode,
When thinner trees, receding, show'd

A little woodland plain.
Just in that advantageous glade,
The halting troop a line had made,
As forth from the opposing shade

Issued a gallant train.

VI.

IRST came the trumpets, at whose clang

So late the forest echoes rang ;
On prancing steeds they forward press'd,
With scarlet mantle, azure vest ;
Each at his trump a banner wore,
Which Scotland's royal scutcheon bore:
Heralds and pursuivants, by name
Bute, Islay, Marchmount, Rothsay, came,
In painted tabards, proudly showing
Gules, Argent, Or, and Azure glowing,

Attendant on a King-at-arms,

Whose hand the armorial truncheon held,
That feudal strife had often quell'd,

When wildest its alarms.

VII.

E was a man of middle age ;

In aspect manly, grave, and sage,
As on King's errand come;
But in the glances of his eye,
A penetrating, keen, and sly

Expression found its home;
The flash of that satiric rage,
Which, bursting on the early stage,
Branded the vices of the age,

And broke the keys of Rome.
On milk-white palfrey forth he paced ;
His cap of maintenance was graced

With the proud heron-plume.
From his steed's shoulder, loin, and breast,

Silk housings swept the ground, With Scotland's arms, device, and crest,

Embroider'd round and round. The double tressure might you see,

First by Achaius borne,

L

The thistle and the fleur-de-lis,

And gallant unicorn.
So bright the King's armorial coat,
That scarce the dazzled eye could note,
In living colours, blazon'd brave,
The Lion, which his title gave ;
A train, which well beseem'd his state,
But all unarm'd, around him wait.
Still is thy name in high account,

And still thy verse has charms,
Sir David Lindesay of the Mount,

Lord Lion King-at-arms !?

VIII.

OWN from his horse did Marmion

spring,
Soon as he saw the Lion-King ;
For well the stately Baron knew
To him such courtesy was due,
Whom royal James himself had crown'd,
And on his temples placed the round

Of Scotland's ancient diadem :
And wet his brow with hallow'd wine,
And on his finger given to shine

The emblematic gem.
Their mutual greetings duly made,
The Lion thus his message said :-
“ Though Scotland's King hath deeply swore
Ne'er to knit faith with Henry more,
And strictly hath forbid resort
From England to his royal court ;
Yet, for he knows Lord Marmion's name,
And honours much his warlike fame,
My liege hath deem'd it shame, and lack
Of courtesy, to turn him back ;
And, by his order, I, your guide,
Must lodging fit and fair provide,
Till finds King James meet time to see
The flower of English chivalry.”—

IX.
HOUGH inly chafed at this delay,

Lord Marmion bears it as he may
The Palmer, his mysterious guide,
Beholding thus his place supplied,

Sought to take leave in vain ;
Strict was the Lion-King's command,
That none, who rode in Marmion's band,

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