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The longer miss'd, bewail'd the more;
USTACE, I said, did blithely mark
The first notes of the merry lark.
The lark sang shrill, the cock he crew,
But soon their mood was changed ;
Of something disarranged.
By Becket's bones,” cried one, " I fear, That some false Scot has stolen my spear !”Young Blount, Lord Marmion's second squire,
Found his steed wet with sweat and mire ;
Help, gentle Blount ! help, comrades all ! Bevis lies dying in his stall : To Marmion who the plight dare tell, Of the good steed he loves so well ?" Gaping for fear and ruth, they saw The charger panting on his straw ; Till one who would seem wisest, cried, “What else but evil could betide, With that cursed Palmer for our guide ? Better we had through mire and bush Been lantern-led by Friar Rush." +
ITZ-EUSTACE, who the cause but
guess'd, Nor wholly understood, His comrades' clamorous plaints sup
He knew Lord Marmion's mood. Him, ere he issued forth, he sought, And found deep plunged in gloomy thought,
And did his tale display
To cause such disarray.
OUNG Henry Blount, meanwhile, the cost
Had reckon'd with their Scottish host; And, as the charge he cast and paid, “ Ill thou deserv'st thy hire,” he said ; “Dost see, thou knave, my horse's plight? Fairies have ridden him all the night,
And left him in a foam !
To their infernal home
All night they trampled to and fro.”-
HE green-sward way was smooth and
good, Through Humbie's and through Saltoun's
wood; A forest glade, which, varying still, Here gave a view of dale and hill, There narrower closed, till over head A vaulted screen the branches made. “A pleasant path,” Fitz-Eustace said ; « Such as where erra
rrant-knights might see Adventures of high chivalry ;