>:^ SVi ;x -' }■■.■ (■ '■'■> ■■■"■''■h' 'It: Wj J^ M ARM ION. •EtfmtDjim BIT -# t ^><^^^^>^^^^t&^ HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN S. C O MARMION BY SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART. W/ TH ILL US TKA TIONS BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY Cbc if^iticrsitrc J^rcss, (JTambritigc 1894 Copyright, 1SS4 and 1SS3, By James R. Osgood and Company. All rights reserved. ^^TH^5 TO The Right Honorable HENRY, LORD MONTAGUE, ETC., ETC., ETC., 2Cf}is l^omancr is Ensrrtbcti BY THE AUTHOR. AMERICAN PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. The text of tins edition is the same as that of the Illustrated Students' Edition, prepared by Mr. W. J. Rolfe. The following extracts from Mr. Rolfe-'s preface serve to show the care he has used and the need that existed for revision: — " In tlie preface to The Lady of the Lake I said that the poem had not been printed correctly for more than fifty years. Marmion, so far as I can learn, has 7iever been printed correctly. Scott appears to have overlooked sundry bad misprints in the first edition (which I have compared minutely with the fourth and all the more recent editions, English and American, that I could get 10 AMERICAN PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. hold of) ; and these errors of the type have been pei-pet- uated until now. Lockhart professes to have revised the text carefully, Avith the aid of the author's interleaved copy of the edition of 1830 ; and we must give him credit for restoring one line (v. 947) accidentally omitted in the early editions, and for incorporating one or two trifling changes (as Badenoch-man for Hlghlandman in vi. 795) made by Scott in 1830 ; but he has not corrected a single one of the old misprints, while he has over- looked a number of new ones due to his own printers. On the whole, he has marred the text far more than he has mended it. " As a sample of the corruptions that date from the first publication of the poem, see the opening of Canto II., where the printer put a period in place of the comma Scott undoubtedly meant to have at the end of the 5th line. He did not detect the error, and, so. far as I am aware, it has been repeated in every edition except this of mine. As the reader will see, it alters the construction, and makes nonsense of the passage. Again, in ii. 017, the first edition has a AMERICAN PUBLISriERS' PREFACE. 11 period instead of a comma at the end of the line, spoiling the gruinnuir and the sense ; and the period (or the colon, which is equally bad) has been retained from that day to this. " Of corruptions that appear (so far, at least, as my collation of the texts enables me to decide ) for the first time in Lockhart's edition, I may mention ii. 4G4, where Scott wrote and printed ' They knew not how, and knew not where,' while Lockhart reads ' )iO)- knew not where.' Scott is free in his use of archaic words and constructions, but I recall no instance in which he has indulged in this old ' double negative.' Again, in V. 212, Scott's ' For royal tvere his garb and mien' is turned by Lockhart, or his printers, into ' Por royal ivas,' etc. In iv, 597, Scott has ' peace and wealth . . . has blessed ; ' but, as any schoolboy could explain, that is not a parallel case. " The archaisms to Avhich I have just referred have proved, as in The Lady of the Lake, a stumbling-block to editors or their proof-readers. I have seen an edition of Sliakespeare in which every instance of the 12 AMERICAN PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. obsolete vail {= lower, let fall ) is ' corrected ' to veil, the difference being assumed to be one of spelling merely; and in Marmion, iii. 234, where the early editions all have vad, the recent ones all have veil. In vi. 608, where Scott uses the word again (if we may trust the early editions), Lockhart prints 'vails. Here a question may possibly be raised as to the true read- ing ; but in iii. 194 I have no doubt that Scott's word was sleigJits, as in all the early editions, and not sligJits, as in Lockhart's and all the later ones. Lockhart is also responsible, I believe, for the bad corruption of 'For me,' etc. for 'From me,' etc., in iii. ind. 228. " In iii. ind. 28, the first edition has ' Some tran- sient fit of loftier rhyme : ' but every other edition that I have seen has ' lofti/ rhyme.' We may be sure that Scott wn'ote the former, and that he woukl never have altered it to the latter. . . . " T may add that Lockhart did not collate the early editions with sufficient care while comparing the printed trxt with the original MS. ; for in several instances AMERICAN PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. 13 (see, for exaiiiplc, on iv. (535, 647, etc.), as in The Ladi) of the Lake, he gives readings us ibutid oulv in tiie MS. vvbicli really occur in tlie lirst edition." The Publishers therefore can confidently claim lor these editions that they are the only correct ones now in print. Boston, August, 1885. AUTHOR'S PREFACE TO THE FIKST EDITION. It is hardly to be expected that an author whom the public have houored with some degree of applause should not be again a trespasser on their kindness. Yet the author of " Marmion " must be supposed to feel some anxiety concerning its success, since he is sensible that he hazards, by this second intrusion, any reputation which his first poem may have procured him. The present story turns upon the private adventures of a fictitious character, but is called a "Tale of Elodden Field," because the hero's fate is connected with that memorable defeat and the causes which led to it. The design of the author was, if possible, to apprise his readers, at the outset, of the 16 AUTHOR'S PREFACE. date of his story, and to prepare tliein for the maimers of the age in which it is hiid. Any historical narra- tive, far more an attempt at epic composition, exceeded his plan of a romantic tale ; yet he may be permitted to hope, from the popularity of " The Lay of the Last Minstrel," that an attempt to paint the manners of the feudal times, upon a broader scale, and in the course of a more interesting story, will not be unacceptable to the public. The poem ojiens about the commencement of August, and conckidcs with the defeat of Flodden, 9th September, 1513. ASHKSTIEL, 1808. AUTHOR'S PREFACE TO THE EDITION OF 1830. What I have to say respecting this jioem may be brielly told. In the Introduction to the " Lay of the Last Minstrel " I have mentioned the circumstances, so far as my literary life is concerned, which induced me to resign the active pursuit of an honorable pro- fession for the more precarious resources of literature. My appointment to the SheriflTdom of Selkirk called for a change of residence. I left, therefore, the pleasant cottage I had upon tlie side of the Esk, for the " pleasanter banks of the Tweed," in order to comply with the law, which requires that the sheriff shall be resident, at least during a certain number of months, within his jurisdiction. We found a delight- 18 AUTHOR'S PREFACE fill retirement, by my becoming the tenant of my intimate friend and cousin-german, Colonel Eussel, in his mansion of Ashestiel, wliich was unoccnpied during his absence on military service in India. The house was adequate to our accommodation and the exercise of a limited hosjntality. The situation is uncommonly beautiful, by the side of a fine river whose streams are there very favorable for angling, surrounded by the remains of natural woods, and by hills abounding in game. In point of society, accord- ing to the heartfelt phrase of Scri])ture, we dwelt " amongst our own people ; ''' and as the distance from the metropolis was only thirty miles, we were not out of reach of our Edinburgli friends, in which city we spent the terms of the summer and winter sessions of the court, that is, five or six months in the year. An important circumstance had, about the same time, taken place in my life. Ho])es had been held out to me from an influential quarter, of a nature to relieve me from the anxiety which I must have other- TO THE EDITION OF 1S30. 19 wise felt, as one upon the precarious tenure of whose own life rested the principal prospects of his family, and especially as one who had necessarily some dependence upon the favor of the public, which is proverbially capricious; though it is but justice to add that in my own case I have not found it so. Mr. Pitt had expressed a wish to my personal friend, the Right Honorable William Dundas, now Lord Clerk Register of Scotland, that some fitting opportunity should be taken to be of service to me ; and as my views and wishes pointed to a future rather than an immediate provision, an opportunity of accomplishing this was soon found. One of the Principal Clerks of Session, as they are called (official persons who occupy an important and responsible situation, and enjoy a considerable income), who had served up- wards of thirty years, felt himself, from age and the infirmity of deafness with whicli it was accompanied, desirous of retiring from his official situation. As the law then stood, such official persons were entitled to bargain with their successors, either for a sum of 20 AUTHOR'S PREFACE money, which was usually a considerable onCj or for an interest in the emoluments of the office during their life. My predecessor, whose services had been unusually meritorious, stipulated for the emoluments of his office during his life, while I should enjoy the survivorship, on the condition that I discharged the duties of the office in the mean time. Mr. Pitt, how- ever, having died in the interval, his administration was dissolved, and was succeeded by that known by the name of the Fox and Grenville Ministry. My affair was so far completed that my commission lay in the office subscribed by his Majesty ; but, from hurry or mistake, the interest of my predecessor was not expressed in it, as had been usual in such cases. Although, therefore, it oidy required payment of the fees, I could not in honor take out the connnission in the present state, since, in tlie event of my dying before him, the gentleman whom I succeeded must have lost the vested interest which he had stipulated to retain. I had the honor of an interview with Earl Spencer on the subject, and he, in the most TO THE EDITION OF ISJO. 21 Inmdsoine manner, gave directions tliat the coin- mission slioukl issue as originally intended ; adding, that the matter liaving received the royal assent, he regarded only as a claun of justice what he would have willingly done as an act of favor. I never saw Mr. Fox on this or on any other occasion, and never made any application to him, conceiving that in doing so I miglit have been supposed to express political opinions contrary to those which I had always professed. In his private capacity, there is no man to whom I would have been more proud to owe an obligation, had I been so distin- guished. By this arrangement I obtained the survivorship of an office the Emoluments of which were fully adequate to my wishes ; and as the law respecting the mode of providing for superannuated officers was, about five or six years after, altered from that which admitted the arrangement of assistant and successor, my colleague very handsomely took the opportunity of the alteration to accept of the retirmg ^2 AUTHOR'S PREFACE animitj provided in such cases, and admitted me to the full benefit of the office. But although the certainty of succeeding to a con- siderable income, at the time I obtained it, seemed to assure me of a quiet harbor in mj old age, I did not esca])e my share of inconvenience from the contrary tides and currents by which we are so often encoun- tered in our journey through life, indeed, the pub- lication of my next poetical attempt was prematurely accelerated, from one of those unpleasant accidents which can neither be foreseen nor avoided. I had formed the prudent resolution to endeavor to bestow a little more Inbor than I had yet done on my productions, and to be in no hurry again to aimounce myself as a candidate' for literary fame. Accordnigly, particular passages of a ])oem Avhich M^as finally called " Marmion " were labored with a good deal of care by one by whom much care was seldom bestowed. Whether the work was worth tiie labor or not, I am no competent judge ; but I mny be permitted to say that the period of its composition TO THE EDITION OF 1S30. 23 was a very happy one in my life; so mucli so, that I remember with pleasure^ at this moment, some of the spots in wliich particuhir passages were com- posed. It is probably owing to this that the Intro- ductions to the several cantos assumed the form of familiar epistles to rny intimate friends, in which I alluded, perhaps more than was necessary or grace- ful, to my domestic occupations and amusements, — a loquacity which may be excused by those who remember that I was still young, light-headed, and happy, and that " out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh/' The misfortunes of a near relation and friend, which happened at this tiine, led me to alter my prudent determination, which had been to use great pre- caution in sending this poem into the world ; and made it convenient at least, if not absolutely neces- sary, to hasten its publication. The publishers of "The Lay of the Last Minstrel,^' emboldened by the success of that poem, willingly offered a thousand pounds for " Marmion/^ The transaction, being no 24 AUTHOR'S PREFACE secret, afforded Ijord Byron, who was then at general war with all who blacked paper, an apology for including me in his satire entitled " English Bards and Scotch Reviewers." I never could conceive how an arrangement between an author and his publishers, if satisfactory to the persons concerned, could afford matter of censure to any third party. I had taken no unusual or ungenerous means of enhancing the value of my merchandise, — I had never higgled a moment about the bargain, but accepted at once what I considered the handsome offer of my pub- lishers. These gentlemen, at least, were not of opinion that they had been taken advantage of in the transaction, which indeed was one of their own framing ; on the contrary, the sale of the poem was so far beyond their expectation as to induce them to supply the author^s cellars with what is always an acceptable present to a young Scottish housekeeper, namely, a hogshead of excellent claret. The poem was finished in too much haste to allow me an opportunity of softening down, if not remov- TO THE EDITION OF 18S0. 25 iiig-, some of its most prominent defects. 'V\\v. iiatui-c of Ar;iriiii()ii's i^iiilt, although similar instances were foundj and might be quoted, as existing in feudal times, was nevertheless not sufficiently peculiar to be indicative of tlie character of the period, forgery being the crime of a commercial rather than a proud and warbke age. This gross defect ought to have been remedied or palliated. Yet I suttered the tree to lie as it had fallen. I remember my friend. Dr. Leyden, theii in the East, wrote me a furious remon- strance on the subject. I have, nevertheless, always been of opinion that corrections, however in them- selves judicious, have a bad eflTect — after publica- tion. An author is never so decidedly condemned as on his own confession, and may long find a])olo- gists and partisans until he gives up his own cause. I was not, therefore, inclined to afford matter for censure out of my own admissions ; and, by good fortune, the novelty of the subject and, if I may say so, some force and vivacity of description, were allowed to atone for mauy imperfections. Thus the 26 AUTHOR'S PREFACE. second experiment on the public patience, generally the most perilous, — for the public are then most apt to judge with rigor what in the first instance they had received perhaps with imprudent generosity, — was in my case decidedly successful. I had the good fortune to pass this ordeal favorably, and the return of sales before me makes the copies amount to thirty-six thousand printed between 1808 and 1825, besides a considerable sale since that period. I shall here pause upon the subject of " Marmion," and, in a few prefatory words to " The Lady of the Lake," the last poem of mine which obtained eminent suc- cess, I will continue the task which I have imposed on myself respecting the origin of my productions. W. S Abbotsford, April, 1830. CONTENTS. — • — FACE AMERICAN PrjJPACE 9 Author's Preface to the First Edition ... 13 Author's Preface to the Edition op 1830 . . 15 Introduction to Canto First 37 Canto First. The Castle 51 Introduction to Canto Second 79 Canto Second. The Convent 89 Introduction to Canto Third 121 Canto Third. The Hostel, or Inn 131 Introduction to Canto Fourth 161 Canto Fourth. The Camp 169 28 CONTENTS. Page Introduction to Canto Fifth 201 Canto Fifth. The Court . 209 Introduction to Canto ISixth 255 Canto Sixth. The Battle 265 L'Envoy. To THE Header ... . . 314 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Str Walter Scott Frontispiece Abbotsford Engraved Title Half Title 33 Headpikce to Introduction 37 Tailpiece to Introduction . . 49 " Day set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone " 51 A Loophole 53 " Two pursuivants, whom tabards deck, With silver scutcheon round their neck. Stood on the steps of stone " 59 " A mighty wassail-bowl he took, And crowned it high with wine. ' Now pledge me here. Lord Marmion ; But first I pray thee fair ' " .63 " But strode across the hall of state, And fronted Marmion where lie sate As he his peer had been " 73 30 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Page Headpiece to Introduction . 79 " Where, from high Whitby's cloistered pile "... 89 " She sate upon the galley's prow, And seemed to mark the waves below " .... 93 LiNDISEAKNE AbBEY 100 " And there she stood so calm and pale, That, but her breathing did not fail, You might have thought a form of wax, Wrought to tlie very life, was there ; So still she was, so pale, so fair " . . . . . . 10/ Tailpiece - 117 Headpiece to Introduction 121 " The village inu seemed large, though rude " . . 131 " And viewed around the blazing hearth His followers niix iu noisy mirth ",...... 135 " Long since, beneath Dunfermline's nave, King Alexander fills his grave "... .... 151 " In moonbeam half, and half in gloom. Stood a tall form with nodding plume ; But, ere his dagger Eustace drew, His master Marmion's voice he knew " . .... 155 Headpiece to Introduction 161 " Down from his horse did Marniion spring Soon as he saw the Lion-King ; For well the stately baron knew To him such courtesy was due " 177 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 81 Page *' Full on liis face t !io inooubeiim strooK : — A face could never be mistook ! 1 knew the stern vindictive look " . . , ■ . 187 " Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high " . . . . 195 Headpiece to Introduction .... ... 201 Tailpiece to Introduction 208 " Next, Marmion marked the Celtic race. Of different language, form, and face " 213 " The monarch o'er the siren hung. And beat the measure as she sung ; And, pressing closer and more near, He whispered praises in her car " 223 " On Derby Hills the paths are steep ; In Ouse and Tyne the fords are -ui(l(; J^ord iMarniioii.' — 'Nephew,' ([uotli Heron, ' by my lay, Well hast thou spoke ; say I'orth thy say.' — XXIII. ' Here is a holy Palmer eome, From Salem first, and last from Rome ; One that hath kissed the blessed tomb. And visited eaeh holy shrine In Araby and Palestine ; On hills of Armenie hath been, Where Noah's ark may yet be seen ; By that Red Sea, too, hath he trod, Whieh parted at the Prophet's rod ; In Sinai's wilderness he saw The Mount where Israel heard the law. Mid thunder-dint, and Hashing levin, And shadows, mists, and darkness, given. He shows Saint James's cockle-shell. Of fair Montserrat, too, can tell ; And of that Grot where Olives nod. Where, darling of each heart and eye, From all the youth of Sicily, Saint Eosalie retired to God. XXIV. ' To stout Saint George of Norwich merry, Saint Thomas, too, of Canterbury, 70 MARMION. Cutlibert of Durliani and Saint Bede, For his sins' pardon hath he prayed. He knows the passes of the North, And seeks far shrines beyond the Forth ; Little he eats, and long will wake. And drinks but of the stream or lake. This were a guide o'er moor and dale ; But when our John hath quaffed his ale, As little as the wind that blows. And warms itself against his nose. Kens he, or cares, which way he goes.' — XXV. ' Gramercy ! ' quoth Lord Marmion, ' Full loath were 1 that Friar John, That venerable man, for me Were placed in fear or jeopardy : If this same Palmer will me lead From hence to Holy-Rood, Like his good saint, I '11 pay his meed, Instead of cockle-shell or bead. With angels fair and good. I love such holy ramblers ; still They know to charm a weary hill With song, romance, or lay : Some jovial tale, or glee, or jest, Some lying legend, at the least. They bring to cheer the way.' — THE CASTLE. 71 XXVI. * Ah ! noble sir,' young Solhy said, And finger on liis lip he laid, *This man knows much, perchance e'en more Than he could learn by holy lore. Still to himself he 's muttering, And shrinks as at some unseen thing. Last night we listened at his cell; Strange sounds we heard, and, sooth to tell, He murmured on till morn, howe'er No living mortal could be near. Sometimes I thought I heard it plain, As other voices spoke again. I cannot tell — I like it not — Friar John hath told us it is wrote. No conscience clear and void of wrons: Can rest awake and pray so long. Himself still sleeps before his beads Have marked ten aves and two creeds.' — XXVII. 'Let pass,' quoth Marmion ; 'by my fay, This man shall guide me on my way. Although the great arch-fiend and he Had sworn themselves of company. So please you, gentle youth, to call This Palmer to the castle-hall.' 72 MARMION. The summoned Palmer came in place ; His sable cowl o'erhung his face; In his black mantle was he clad. With Peter's keys, in cloth of red, On his broad shoulders Avrought; The scallop shell his cap did deck; The crucifix around his neck Was from Loretto brought ; His sandals wei'e with travel tore. Staff, budget, bottle, scrip, he wore; The faded palm-branch in his hand Showed pilgrim from the Holy Land. XXVIII. Whenas the Palmer came in hall, Nor lord nor knight was there more tall, Or had a statelier step withal, Or looked more high and keen ; For no saluting did he wait. But strode across the hall of state. And fronted Marmion where he sate. As he his peer had been. But his gaunt frame was worn with toil ; His cheek was sunk, alas the while ! And when he struggled at a smile His eye looked haggard wild : Poor wretch, the mother that him bare. If she had been in presence tliere, 74 MARMION. In his wan face and sunLiirnt hair She had not known her chihl. Danger, long travel, want, or woe, Soon change the form that best we know — Por deadly fear can time outgo, And blanch at once the hair ; Hard toil can roughen form and face, And want can quench the eye's bright grace, Nor does old age a wrinkle trace More deeply than despair. Happy whom none of these befall. But this poor Palmer knew them all. XXIX. Lord Marmion then his boon did ask ; The Palmer took on him the task, So he would march with morning tide, To Scottish court to be his guide. ' But I have solemn vows to pay, And may not linger by the way. To fair Saint Andrew's bound. Within the ocean-cave to pray. Where good Saint Eule his holy lay, From midnight to the dawn of day, Sung to the billows' sound ; Thence to Saint Pillan's blessed well. Whose spring can frenzied dreams dispel, And the crazed brain restore. THE CASTLE. 75 Saint Mary g'rant that cave or spriiif? Could back to peace my bosom bring, Or bid it throb no more ! ' XXX. And now the midnight drauglit of sleep, Wlicre wine and spices richly steep, In massive bowl of silver deep, The page presents on knee. Lord Marmiou drank a fair good rest, The captain pledged his noble guest. The cup went through among the rest, Who drained it merrily ; Alone the Palmer passed it by. Though Selby pressed him courteously. This was a sign the feast was o'er ; It hushed the merry wassail roar, The minstrels ceased to sound. Soon in the castle nought was heard But the slow footstep of the guard Pacing his sober round. XXXI. With early dawn Lord Marmion rose : And first the chapel doors unclose ; Then, after morning rites were done — A hasty mass from Friar John — 76 MARMION. And kniglit aiul squii-e had broke tlicir fast On rich substantial repast, Lord Marmion's bugles blew to horse. Then carae the stirrup-cup in course: Between the baron and his host, No point of courtesy was lost ; High thanks were by Lord Marniion paid, Solemn excuse the captain made, Till, filing from the gate, had passed That noble train, their lord the last. Then loudly rung the trumpet call ; Thundered the cannon from the wall, And shook the Scottish shore ; Around the castle eddied slow Volumes of smoke as white as snow And hid its turrets hoar, Till they rolled forth upon the air, And met the river breezes there, Which gave again the prospect fair. CANTO SECOND. THE CONVENT. sx.imt INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND. TO THE REV. JOHN MARRIOT, A.M. Ashestiel, Ettrick Forest. The scenes are desert now and bare, Where flourished once a forest fair, "When these waste glens witli copse were lined, And peopled Avith the hart and hind. Yon thorn — perchance whose prickly spears Have fenced him for three hundred years, While fell around his g-reen compeers — Yon lonely thorn, would he could tell The changes of his parent dell, Since he, so gray and stubborn now, Waved in each breeze a sapling bongh ! Would he could tell how deep the shade A thousand mingled branches made ; 80 M ARM I ON. How broad the shadows of the oak, How clung- the rowan to the rock. And through the foliage showed his head, With narrow leaves and berries red ; What pines on every mountain sprung, O'er every dell what birches hung, In every breeze what aspens shook, What alders shaded every brook ! * Here, in my shade,' methinks he 'd say, ' The mighty stag at noontide lay ; The wolf I 've seen, a fiercer game, — The neighboring dingle bears his name, — With lurching step around me prowl. And stop, against the moon to howl ; The mountain-boar, on battle set. His tusks upon my stem Avould whet ; While doe, and roe, and red-deer good, Have bounded by through gay greenwood. Then oft from Newark's riven tower Sallied a Scottish monarch's power: A thousand vassals mustered round. With horse, and hawk, and horn, and hound ; And I might see the youth intent Guard every pass with ci'ossbow bent ; And through the brake the rangers stalk, And falconers hold the ready hawk ; And foresters, in greeuAvood trim, Lead in the leash the gazehounds grim, Attentive, as the bratchet's bay INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND. 81 From ihc dark covert drove the prey, To slip them as he broke away. The startled quarry bounds amain, As fast the gallant greyhounds strain; Whistles the arrow from the bow. Answers the harquebuss below ; While all the rocking hills reply To hoof-clang, hound, and hunters' cry, And bugles ringing lightsomely.' Of such proud huntings many tales Yet linger in our lonely dales. Up pathless Ettrick and on Yarrow, Where erst the outlaw drew his arrow. But not more blithe that sylvan court. Than we have been at humbler sport ; Though small our pomp and mean our game, Our mirth, dear Marriot, was the same. Eemember'st thou my greyhounds true? O'er holt or hill there never flew, From slip or leash there never sprang, More fleet of foot or sure of fang. Nor dull, between each merry chase. Passed by the intermitted space; For we had fair resource in store. In Classic and in Gothic lore : We marked each memorable scene. And held poetic talk between; Nor hill, nor brook, we paced along. But had its legend or its song. 82 MARMION. All silent now — for now are still Thy bowers, untenanted Bowhill ! No longer from thy mountains dun The yeoman hears the well-known gun, And while his honest heart glows warm At thought of his paternal farm, Eound to his mates a brimmer tills, And drinks, ' The Chieftain of the Hills ! ' No fairy forms, in Yarrow's bowers, Trip o'er the walks or tend the flowers, Fair as the elves whom Janet saw By moonlight dance on Carterhaugh; No youthful Baron 's left to grace The Forest-Sheriff's lonely chace, And ape, in manly step and tone, The majesty of Oberon : And she is gone whose lovely face Is but her least and lowest grace ; Though if to Sylphid Queen 't were given To show our earth the charms of heaven, She could not glide along the air With form more light or face more fair. No more the widow's deafened ear Grows quick that lady's step to hear : At noontide she expects her not, Nor busies her to trim the cot ; Pensive she turns her humming wheel, Or pensive cooks her orphans' meal, Yet blesses, ere she deals their bread, The gentle hand by which they 're fed. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND. 83 From Yair — whicli hills so closdv bind. Scarce can the Tweed his passaj^e find, Thou^-h luueli he fret, and chafe, and toil, Till all his eddyini>' enrrcnts boil — Her long-descended lord is gone, And left us by the stream alone. And much I miss those sportive boys. Companions of my mountain joys, Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth. Close to my side with what deliglit They pressed to hear of Wallace wight, When, pointing to his airy mound, I called his ramparts holy ground ! Kindled their brows to hear me speak ; And I have smiled, to feel my cheek, Despite the difference of our years, Eeturn again the glow of theirs. Ah, happy boys ! such feelings pure. They will not, cannot long endure; Condemned to stem the world's rude tide. You may not linger by the side ; For Fate shall thrust you from the shore. And Passion ply the sail and oar. Yet cherish the remendjrance still Of the lone mountain and the rill ; For trust, dear boys, the time will come, When fiercer transport shall be dumb, And you will think right frequently. But, well I hope, without a sigh. 84 MARMION. On the free hours that we liave spent Together on the brown hill's bent. "When, musing on companions gone, We doubly feel ourselves alone, Something, my friend, we yet may gain; There is a pleasure in this pain : It soothes the love of lonely rest. Deep in each gentler heart impressed. 'T is silent amid worldly toils, And stifled soon by mental broils ; But, in a bosom thus prepared. Its still small voice is often heard, AVhispering a mingled sentiment 'Twixt resignation and content. Oft in my mind such thoughts awake By lone Saint Mary's silent lake : Thou know'st it well, — nor fen nor sedge Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink. And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Par in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view; Shaggy with heath, but lonely bare. Nor tree, nor bush, nor brake, is there. Save where of land you slender line Bears thwart the lake the scattered pine. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND. 85 Yet even this ii.ikoducss has power, And aids the feeling of the hour : Nor thieket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing concealed might lie ; Nor point retiring hides a dell Where swain or woodman lone might dwell. There 's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness : And silence aids — though the steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In summer tide so soft they weep. The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof-tread sounds too rude, So stilly is the solitude. Nought living meets the eye or ear, But well I Aveen the dead are near ; Por though, in feudal strife, a foe Hath laid Our Lady's chapel low, Yet still, beneath the hallowed soil. The peasant rests him from his toil, And dying bids his bones be laid Where erst his simple fathers prayed. If age had tamed the passions' strife. And fate had cut my ties to life, Here have I thought 't were sweet to dwell, And rear again the chaplain's cell, Like that same peaceful hermitage, Where Milton longed to spend his age. 86 MARMION. 'T were sweet to mark the setting day On Bourhope's lonely top decay, And, as it faint and feeble died On the broad lake and mountain's side, To say, ' Thus pleasures fade away ; Youth, talents, beauty, thus decay, And leave us dark, I'orlorn, and gray ; ' Then gaze on Dryhope's ruined tower, And think on Yarrow's faded Flower : And when that mountain-sound I heard, Which bids us be for storm prepared, The distant rustling of his wings, As up his force the Tempest brings, 'T were sweet, ere yet his terrors rave, To sit upon the Wizard's grave, That Wizard Priest's whose bones are thrust Prom company of holy dust ; On which no sunbeam ever shines — So superstition's creed divines — Thence view the lake with sullen roar Heave her broad billows to the shore ; And mark the wild-swans mount the gale, Spread wide through mist their snowy sail, And ever stoop again, to lave Their bosoms on the surging wave ; Then, when against the driving hail No longer might my plaid avail, Back to my lonely home retire. And light my lamp and trim my fire ; There ponder o'er some mystic lay, INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND. 87 Till the wild talc had all its sway, And, in the bittern's distant shriek, I heard unearthly voices speak, And thought the Wizard Priest was come To claim again his ancient home ! And bade my busy fancy range, To frame him fitting shape and strange, Till from the task my brow I cleared. And smiled to think that I had feared. But chief 't were sw^eet to think such life — Though but escape from fortune's strife — Something most matchless good and wise, A gTeat and grateful sacrifice. And deem each hour to musing given A step upon the road to heaven. Yet him whose heart is ill at ease Such peaceful solitudes displease ; He loves to drown his bosom's jar Amid the elemental war : And my black Palmer's choice had been Some ruder and more savage scene. Like that which frowns round dark Loch-skene. There eagles scream from isle to shore ; Down all the rocks the torrents roar ; O'er the black waves incessant driven. Dark mists infect the summer heaven ; Through the rude barriers of the lake. Away its hurrying waters break. 88 M ARM I ON. Faster and whiter dasli and curl, Till down yon dark abyss they hurl. Eises the t'og-smoke white as snow, Thunders the viewless stream below, Diving, as if condemned to lave Some demon's subterranean cave, Who, prisoned by enchanter's spell, Shakes tlie dark rock with groan aud yell. And well that Palmer's form and mien Had suited with the stormy scene, Just on the edge, straining his ken To view the bottom of the den, Where, deep deep down, and far within, Toils with the rocks the roaring linn; Then, issuing forth one foamy wave. And wheeling round the Giant's Grave, White as the snowy charger's tail. Drives down the pass of Moffatdale. Harriot, thy harp, on Isis strung. To many a Border theme has rung : Then list to me, and thou shalt know Of this mysterious Man of Woe. CANTO SECOND. THE CONVENT. The breeze which swept away the smoke Round Norliam Castle rolled, When all the loud artillery spoke With lightnino--flash and thunder-stroke. As Marmion left the hold, — 90 MARMtON. It curled not Tweed alone, that bi'eeze, For, far upon Northumbrian seas. It freshly blew and strong. Where, from high Whitby's cloistered pile, Bound to Saint Cuthbert's Holy Isle, It bore a bark along. Upon the gale she stooped her side. And bounded o'er the swelling tide. As she were dancing home ; The merry seamen laughed to see Their gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green sea-foam. Much joyed they in their honored freight ; For on the deck, in chair of state, The Abbess of Saint Hilda placed. With five fair nuns, the galley graced. II. 'T was sweet to see these holy maids. Like birds escaped to greenwood shades, Their first flight from the cage, How timid, and how curious too, For all to them was strange and new. And all the common sights they view Their wonderment engage. One eyed the shrouds and swelling sail, With many a benedicite; One at the rippling surge grew pale. And would for terror pray. THE CONVENT. 91 Then slirickcd l)crausR the sca-doi;- iiig-h His round black licad and sparkling eye Keared o'er tlu; foaming spray ; And one would still adjust her veil, Disordered by the summer gah;, Perchance lest some more worldly eye Her dedicated charms might spy, Perchance because such action graced Her fair-turned arm and slender waist. . Light was each simple bosom there, Save two, who ill might pleasure share, — The Abbess and the Novice Clare. III. The Abbess was of noble blood, But early took the veil and hood, Ere upon life she cast a look. Or knew the world that she forsook. Fair too she was, and kind had been As she was fair, but ne'er had seen For her a timid lover sigh. Nor knew the influence of her eye. Love to her ear was but a name. Combined with vanity and shame ; Her hopes, her fears, her joys, were all Bounded within the cloister wall ; The deadliest sin her mind could reach Was of monastic rule the breach, And her ambition's highest aim 92 MARMION. To emulate Saint Hilda's fame. For this she gave her ample dower To raise the convent's eastern tower ; For this, with carving- rare and quaint, She decked the chapel of the saint, And gave the relic-shrine of cost. With ivory and gems embossed. The poor lier convent's bounty blest. The pilgrim in its halls found rest. IV. Blade was her garb, her rigid rule Eeformed on Benedictine school ; Her cheek Avas pale, her form was spare ; Vigils and penitence austere Had early quenched the light of youth : But gentle was the dame, n\ sooth ; Though, vain of lier religious sway, She loved to see her maids obey, Yet nothing stern was she in cell, And the nuns loved their Abbess Avell. Sad was this voyage to the dame ; Summoned to Lindisfarne, she came. There, with Saint Cuthbert's Abbot old And Tynemouth's Prioress, to hold A chapter of Saint Benedict, For inquisition stern and strict On two apostates from the faith. And, if need were, to doom to death. 94 MARMION. Nought say I here of Sister Clare, Save this, that she was young and fair ; As yet a novice unprofessed. Lovely and gentle, but distressed. She was betrothed to one now dead, Or worse, who had dishonored fled. Her kinsmen bade her give her hand To one wlio loved her for her land ; Herself, almost heart-broken now. Was bent to take the vestal vow, And shroud within Saint Hilda's gloom Her blasted hopes and withered bloom. VI. She sate upon the galley's prow. And seemed to mark the waves below ; Nay, seemed, so fixed her look and eye, To count them as they glided by. She saw them not — 'twas seeming all — Par other scene her thoughts recall, — A sun-scorched desert, waste and bare. Nor waves nor breezes murmured there ; There saw she where some careless hand O'er a dead corpse had heaped the sand, To hide it till the jackals come To tear it from the scanty tomb. — THE CONVENT. 95 o See what a woful look was given, As she raised up her eyes to heaven ! VII. Lovely, and gentle, and distressed — These eliarms might tame the iiereest breast : Harpers have sung and poets told That he, in fury uncontrolled, The shaggy monarch of the wood, Before a virgin, fair and good. Hath pacified his savage mood. But passions in the human frame Oft put tlie lion's rage to shame ; And jealousy, by dark intrigue, With sordid avarice in league. Had practised with their bowl and knife Against the mourner's harndess life. This crime Avas charged .'gainst those who lay Prisoned in Cuthbert's islet gray. VIII. And now the vessel skirts the strand Of mountainous Northundjerland ; Towns, towers, and halls successive rise. And catch the nuns' delighted eyes. Monk-Wearmoutii soon behind them lay, And Tynemouth's priory and bay ; 96 MARMION. They marked amid her trees th.e hall Of lofty Seaton-Delaval ; They saw the Blythe and Wansbeck floods Eusli to the sea through sounding woods ; They passed the tower of Widderington, Mother of many a valiant son ; At Coquet-isle their beads they tell To the good saint who owned the cell ; Then did the Alne attention claim, And Warkworth, proud of Percy's name ; And next tliey crossed tlieraselves to hear Tlie whitening breakers sound so near. Where, boiling through the rocks, they roar On Dunstanborough's caverned shore ; Thy tower, proud Bamborough, marked they there, King Ida's castle, huge and square. From its tall rock look grindy down, And on the swelling ocean frown ; Then from the coast they bore away. And reached the Holy Island's bay. IX. The tide did now its flood-mark gain. And girdled in the Saint's domain ; For, with the flow and ebb, its style Varies fi-om continent to isle : Dry-shod, o'er sands, twice every day The pilgrims to the shrine find way ; Twice every day the waves eflacc THE CONVENT. 97 Of staves and sandalled feet tlic trace. As to the port the gulley flew, Higher and higher rose to view The castle with its battled walls, The ancient monastery's halls, A solemn, huge, and dark-red pile. Placed on the margin of the isle. In Saxon strength that abbey frowned, With massive arches broad and round. That rose alternate, row and row. On ponderous columns, short and low, Built ere the art was known. By pointed aisle and shafted stalk. The arcades of an alleyed walk To emulate in stone. On the deep walls the heathen Dane Had poured his impious rage in vain ; And needful was such strength to these. Exposed to the tempestuous seas. Scourged by the winds' eternal sway. Open to rovers fierce as they, Which could twelve hundred years withstand Winds, waves, and northern pirates' hand. Not but that portions of the pile, Kebuilded in a later style, Showed where the spoiler's hand had been ; Not but the wasting sea-breeze keen 98 MARMION. Had worn the pillar's carving quaint, And mouldered iu his niche the saint, And rounded with consuming power The pointed angles of each toAver ; Yet still entire the abbey stood. Like veteran, worn, but unsubdued. XI. Soon as they neared his turrets strong. The maidens raised Saint Hilda's song. And with the sea-wave and the wind Their voices, sweetly shrill, combined, And made harmonious close ; Then, answering from the sandy shore. Half-drowned amid the breakers' roar, According chorus rose : Down to the haven of the Isle The monks and nuns in order file From Cuthbert's cloisters grim ; Banner, and cross, and relics there, To meet Saint Hilda's maids, they bare; And, as they caught the sounds on air. They echoed back the hymn. The islanders in joyous mood Rushed emulously through the flood To hale the bark to land ; Conspicuous by her veil and hood. Signing the cross, the Abbess stood, And blessed them with her hand. THE CONVENT. 99 XII. Suppose we now the welcome said, Suppose the couvent banquet made : All through the holy dome, Through cloister, aisle, and gallery, Wherever vestal maid might pry. Nor risk to meet unhallowed eye, The stranger sisters roam ; Till fell the evening damp with dew. And the sharp sea-breeze coldly blew, For there even summer night is chill. Then, having strayed and gazed their fill. They closed around the fire ; And all, in turn, essayed to paint The rival merits of their saint, A theme that ne'er can itire A holy maid, for be it known That their saint's honor is their own. XIII. Then Whitby's nuns exulting told How to their house three barons bold Must menial service do, While horns blow out a note of shame, And monks cry, ' Ke upon your name ! In wrath, for loss of sylvan game, Saint Hilda's priest ye slew.' — 100 MARMION. ' This, on Ascension-day, each year. While laboring on our harbor-pier, Must Herbert, Bruce, and Percy hear.' They told how in their convent-cell A Saxon princess once did dwell, The lovely Edelfled ; THE CONVENT. 101 And how, of thousand snakes, each one Was changed into a coil of stone When holy Hilda prayed ; Tliemselves, witliin tlioir holy bound, Their stony folds had often found. They told how sca-fowls' pinions fail, As over Whitby's towers they sail, And, sinking down, with flutterings faint, They do their homage to the saint. XIV. Nor did Saint Cuthbert's daughters fail To vie with these in holy tale ; His body's resting-place, of old. How oft their patron changed, they told ; How, Avhen tlie rude Dane burned their pile, The monks fled forth from Holy Isle ; O'er Northern mountain, marsh, and moor. From sea to sea, from shore to shore. Seven years Saint Cuthbert's corpse they bore. They rested them in fair Melrose ; But thougli, alive, he loved it well, Not there his relics might repose For, wondrous tale to tell ! In his stone coffin forth he rides, A ponderous bark for river tides. Yet light as gossamer it glides Downward to Tilmouth cell. 102 MARMION. Nor long was liis abiding there, For southward did the saint repair ; Chester-le-Street and Eipon saw His holy corpse ere Wardilaw Hailed him Avith joy and fear ; And, after many wanderings past, He phose his lordly seat at last Where his cathedral, huge and vast, Looks down upon the Wear. There, deep in Durham's Gothic shade, His relics are in secret laid ; But none may know the place, Save of his holiest servants three. Deep sworn to solemn secrecy, Who share that wondrous grace. XV. Who may his miracles declare ? Even Scotland's dauntless king and heir — Although with them they led Galwegians, wild as ocean's gale, And Loden's knights, all sheathed in mail. And the bold men of Teviotdale — Before his standard fled. 'T was he, to vindicate his reign, Edged Alfred's falchion on the Dane, And turned the Conqueror back again, When, with his Norman bowyer band. He came to waste Northumberland. THE CONVENT. 103 XVI. But fain Saint Hilda's nuns would learn If on a rock, by Lindisfarne, Saint Cuthbert sits, and toils to frame The sea-born beads that bear his name : Such tales had Whitby's fishers told. And said they might his shape behold, And hear his anvil sound ; A deadened clang, — a huge dim form, Seen but, and heard, when gathering storm And night were closing round. But this, as tale of idle fame. The nuns of Lindisfarne disclaim. XVII. While round the fire such legends go, Far different was the scene of woe Where, in a secret aisle beneath, Council was held of life and death. It was more dark and lone, that vault, Than the worst dungeon cell ; Old Colwulf built it, for his fault In penitence to dwell, When he for cowl and beads laid down The Saxon battle-axe and crown. This den, which, chilling every sense Of feeling, hearing, sight. 104 MARMION. Was called the Vault of Penitence, Excluding air and lig'lit, Was by the prelate Sexhelm made A place of burial for such dead As, having died in mortal sin. Might not be laid the church within. 'T was now a place of punishment ; Whence if so loud a shriek were sent As reached the upper air, The hearers blessed themselves, and said The spirits of the sinful dead Bemoaned their torments there. XVIII. But though, in the monastic pile, Did of this penitential aisle Some vague tradition go. Few only, save the Abbot, knew Where the place lay, and still more few Wei'e those who had from him the clew To that dread vault to go. Victim and executioner Were blindfold when transported there. In low dark rounds the ai'ches hung. From the rude rock the side-walls sprung ; The gravestones, rudely sculptured o'er. Half sunk in earth, by time half wore, Were all the pavement of the floor ; THE CONVENT. 105 The mildew-drops fell one by one, With tinkling plash, upon the stone. A cresset, in an iron ehain, Which served to light this drear domain, Witli damp and darkness seemed to strive. As if it scarce might keep alive ; And yet it dimly served to show The awful conclave met below. XIX. There, met to doom in secrecy, Were placed the heads of convents three, All servants of Saint Benedict, The statutes of whose order strict On iron table lay ; In long black dress, on seats of stone. Behind Avere these three judges shown By the pale cresset's ray. The Abbess of Saint Hilda's there Sat for a space with visage bare, Until, to hide her bosom's swell, And tear-drops that for pity fell, She closely drew her veil ; Yon shrouded figure, as I guess, By her proud mien and flowing dress. Is Tynemouth's haughty Prioress, And she with awe looks pale ; And he, that ancient man, whose sight Has long been quenched by age's night, 106 MARMION. Upon whose Avriulcled brow alone Nor rutli nor mercy's trace is shown, Whose look is hard and stern, — Saint Cuthbert's Abbot is his style, Por sanctity called through the isle The Saint of Lindisfarne. XX. Before them stood a guilty pair; But, though an equal fate they share, Yet one alone deserves our care. Her sex a page's dress belied ; The cloak and doublet, loosely tied, Obscured her charms, but could not hide. Her cap down o'er her face she drew ; And, on her doublet breast. She tried to hide the badge of blue, Lord Marmion's falcon crest. But, at the prioress' command, A monk undid the silken band That tied her tresses fair. And raised the bonnet from her head. And down her slender form they spread In ringlets rich and rare. Constance de Beverley they know, Sister professed of Fontevraud, Whom the Church numbered with the dead, For broken vows and convent fled. 108 MARMION. XXI. When thus her face was given to view, — Although so pallid was her hue, It did a ghastly contrast bear To those bright ringlets glistering fair, — Her look composed, and steady eye, Bespoke a matchless constancy; And there she stood so calm and pale That, but her breathing did not fail. And motion slight of eye and head, And of her bosom, warranted That neither sense nor pulse she lacks, You might have thought a form of wax, Wrought to the very life, Avas there ; So still she was, so pale, so fair. XXII. Her comrade was a sordid soul. Such as does murder for a meed ; Who, but of fear, knows no control, Because his conscience, seared and foul, Feels not the import of his deed ; One whose brute-feeling ne'er aspires Beyond his own more brute desires. Such tools the Tempter ever needs To do the savagest of deeds ; THE CONVENT. 109 Por thorn no visioiied terrors daiuit, Their iii<^'hts no fancied spectres haunt; One fear with them, of all most base, The fear of death, alone finds place. This wretch was clad in frock and cowl, And shamed not loud to moan and howl, Plis body on the floor to dash, And crouch, like hound beneath the lash ; While his mute partner, standing near, Waited her doom without a tear. XXIII. Yet well the hickless wretch might shriek, Well miglit her paleness terror speak ! « For there were seen in that dark wall Two niches, narrow, deep, and tall ; — Who enters at such grisl^r door Shall ne'er, I ween, find exit more. In each a slender meal was laid. Of roots, of water, and of bread ; By each, in Benedictine dress, Tavo haggard monks stood motionless, Who, holding higli a blazing torch. Showed the grim entrance of the porch ; Reflecting back the smoky beam. The dark-red w^alls and arches gleam. Hewn stones and cement were displayed, And building tools in order laid. no M ARM I ON. XXIV. These executioners were chose As men who were with mankind foes, And, with despite and envy fired, Into the cloister had retired, Or who, in desperate doubt of grace, Strove by deep penance to efface Of some foul crime the stain ; For, as the vassals of her will. Such men the Church selected still As either joyed in doing ill. Or thought more grace to gain If in her cause they wrestled down Feelings their nature strove to own. By strange device were they brought there, They knew not how, and knew not where. XXV. And now that blind old abbot rose. To speak the Chapter's doom On those the wall was to enclose Alive within the tomb, But stopped because that woful maid. Gathering her powers, to speak essayed ; Twice she essayed, and twice in vain, Her accents might no utterance gain ; Naught but imperfect murmurs slip THE CONVENT. HI From licr convulsed and quivering lip : 'Twixt each attempt all was so still, You seemed to hear a distant rill — 'Twas ocean's swells and falls ; For though this vault of sin and fear Was to tlie sounding surge so near, A tempest there you scarce could hear, So massive were the walls. XXVI. At length, an effort sent apart The blood that curdled to her heart, And light came to her eye, And color dawned upon her cheek, A hectic and a fluttered streak. Like that left on the Cheviot peak By Autumn's stormy sky ; And when her silence broke at length. Still as she spoke she gathered strength, And armed herself to bear. It was a fearful sight to see Such high resolve and constancy In form so soft and fair. XXVII. ' I speak not to implore your grace, Well know I for one minute's space 1X2 MARMION. Successless might I sue : Nor do I speak your prayers to gain ; For if a death of lingering pain To cleanse my sins be penance vain, Vain are your masses too. — I listened to a traitor's tale, I left the convent and the veil ; Per three long years I bowed my pride, A horse-boy in his train to ride ; And well my folly's meed he gave, Who forfeited, to be his slave. All here, and all beyond the grave. He saw young Clara's face more fair, He knew her of broad lands the heir, Forgot his vows, his faith forswore, And Constance was beloved no more. 'T is an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old. Of maiden true betrayed for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me ! XXVIII. 'The king approved his favorite's aim; In vain a rival barred his claim, Whose fate with Clare's was plight, For he attaints that rival's fame With treason's charge — and on they came In mortal lists to fight. THE CONVENT. 113 Their oaths arc said, Their prayers are prayed, Tiieir lances in the rest ai'e laid, They meet in mortal shock ; And hark ! the throng-, witli thundering cry. Shout " Marinion, Marmiou ! to the sky, De Wilton to the hlock ! " Say, ye who preach Heaven shall decide When in the lists two champions ride, Say, was Heaven's justice here? When, loyal in his love and faith, Wilton found overthrow or death Beneath a traitor's spear? How false the charge, how true he fell. This guilty packet best can tell.' Then drew a packet from her breast. Paused, gathered voice, and spoke the rest. XXIX. ' Still was false Marmion's bridal stayed ; To Whitby's convent fled the maid. The hated match to shun. " Ho ! shifts she thus ? " King Henry cried, " Sir Marraion, she shall be thy bride. If she were sworn a nun." One way remained — the king's command Sent Marmion to the Scottish land ; I lingered here, and rescue planned Por Clara and for me : 114 MARMION. This caitiif monk for gold did swear He would to Whitby's shrine repair, And by his drugs my rival fair A saint in heaven should be ; But ill the dastard kept his oath, Whose cowardice hath undone us both. XXX. ' And now my tongue the secret tells. Not that remorse ray bosom swells. But to assure my soul that none Shall ever wed with Marmion. Had fortune my last hope betrayed. This packet, to the king conveyed, Had given him to the headsman's stroke, Although my heart that instant broke. — Now, men of death, work forth your will, For I can suffer, and be still ; j And come he slow, or come he fast. It is but Death who comes at last. XXXI. ' Yet dread me from my living tomb. Ye vassal slaves of bloody Eome ! If Marmion's late remorse should wake, Pull soon such vengeance will he take That you shall wish the fiery Dane Had rather been your guest again. THE CONVENT. 115 Behind, a darker hour ascends ! The altars quake, the crosier bends, The ire of a despotic king Rides forth upon destruction's wing ; Then shall these vaults, so strong and deep, Burst open to the sea-winds' sweep ; Some traveller then shall find my bones Whitening amid disjointed stones. And, ignorant of priests' cruelty, Marvel such relics here should be.' xxxir. Fixed was her look and stern her air : Back from her shoulders streamed her hair ; The locks that wont her brow to shade Stared up erectly from her head ; Her figure seemed to rise more high ; Her voice despair's wild energy Had given a tone of prophecy. Appalled the astonished conclave sate ; With stupid eyes, the men of fate Gazed on the light inspired form. And listened for the avenging storm ; The judges felt the victim's dread ; No hand was moved, no word was said. Till thus the abbot's doom was given. Raising his sightless balls to heaven : ' Sister, let thy sorrows cease ; Sinful brother, part in peace ! ' 116 MARMION. From that dire dungeon, place of doom, Of execution too, and tomb, Paced forth the judges three ; Sorrow it were and shame to tell The butcher-work that there befell, When they had glided from the cell Of sin and misery. XXXIII. An hundred winding steps convey That conclave to the upper day ; T?\it ere they breathed the fresher air They heard tlie shriekings of despair, And many a stifled groan. With speed their upward way they take, — Such speed as age and fear can make, — And crossed themselves for terror's sake, As hurrying, tottering on. Even in the vesper's heavenly tone They seemed to hear a dying groan, And bade the passing knell to toll Por welfare of a parting soid. Slow o'er the midnight wave it swung, Northumbrian rocks in answer rung ; To Warkworth cell the echoes rolled. His beads the wakeful hermit told ; The Bamborough peasant raised his head, But slept ere half a prayer he said ; THE CONVENT. 117 So fai' was heard llie mighty knell, The stag- sprung up on ('heviot IV'U, Spread his broad nostril to the wind, Listed before, aside, behind, Then eouehed him down beside the hind, And qnakcd among the nioinitain fern, To hear that sound so dull and stern. /k»r - 1" CANTO THIRD. THE HOSTEL, OR INN. vSk INTEODUCTION TO CANTO THIED. TO WILLIAM ERSKINE, ESQ. Ashestiel, Ettnck Forest. Like April morning clouds, that pass With varying shadow o'er the grass, And imitate on field and furrow Life's checkered scene of joy and sorrow ; Like stearalet of the mountain north. Now in a torrent racing forth, Now winding slow its silver train. And almost slumbering on the plain ; Like breezes of the autumn day, Whose voice inconstant dies away. And ever swells again as fast When the ear deems its murmur past; Thus various, my romantic theme Plits, winds, or sinks, a morning dream. |£^ * MARMION. Yet pleased, our eye pursues the trace Of Light and Shade's inconstant race ; Pleased, views the rivulet afar, Weaving its maze irregular ; And pleased, we listen as the breeze Heaves its wild sigh through Autumn trees Then, wild as cloud, or stream, or gale, Flow on, flow unconfined, my tale ! Need I to thee, dear Erskine, tell I love the license all too well. In sounds now lowly, and now strong. To raise the desultory song ? Oft, when mid such capricious chime Some transient fit of loftier rhyme To thy kind judgment seemed excuse Por many an error of the muse. Oft hast thou said, ' If, still misspent, Thine hours to poetry are lent, Go, and to tame thy wandering course, Quaff from the fountain at the source ; Approach those masters o'er whose tomb Immortal laurels ever bloom : Instructive of the feebler bard, Still from the grave their voice is heard ; From them, and from the paths they showed. Choose honored guide and practised road ; Nor ramble on through brake and maze. With harpers rude of barbarous days. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO THIRD. l23 ' Or deeni'st thou not our later time Yields topic meet for classic rliyuie ? Hast thou no elegiac verse For I^runswick's venerable hearse ? What ! not a line, a tear, a sig-h, When valor bleeds for liberty ? — Oh, hero of that glorious time, When, with unrivalled light sublime, — Though martial Austria, and though all The might of Eussia, and the Gaul, Though banded Europe stood her foes — The star of Brandeubiu'gh arose ! Thou couldst not live to see her beam Forever quenched in Jena's stream. Lamented chief ! — it was not given To thee to change the doom of Heaven, And crush that dragon in its birth, Pi-edestined scourge of guilty earth. Lamented chief ! — not thine the power To save in that presumptuous hour When Prussia hurried to the field. And snatched the spear, but left the shield ! Valor and skill 't was thine to try. And, tried in vain, 't was thine to die. Ill had it seemed thy silver hair The last, the bitterest pang to share, For princedoms reft, and scutcheons riven. And birthrights to usurpers given ; Thy land's, thy children's wrongs to feel. And witness woes thou coiddst not heal ! 1^4 UARMION. On thee relenting Heaven bestows For honored life an honored close ; And when revolves, in time's sure change, The hour of Germany's revenge, When, breathing fury for her sake. Some new Arminius shall awake, Her champion, ere he strike, shall come To whet his sword on Brunswick's tomb. ' Or of the Red-Cross hero teach, Dauntless in dungeon as on breach. Alike to him the sea, the shore. The brand, the bridle, or the oar : Alike to him the war that calls Its votaries to the shattered walls Which the grim Turk, besmeared with blood. Against the Invincible made good ; Or that whose thundering voice could wake The silence of the polar lake, When stubborn Russ and mettled Swede On the warped wave their death-game played ; Or that where Vengeance and Affright Howled round the father of the fight. Who snatched on Alexandria's sand The conqueror's wreath with dying hand. ' Or, if to touch such chord be thine, Restore the ancient tragic line. And emulate the notes that rung From the Avild harp Avhich silent hung INTRODUCTION TO CANTO TUIRD. 125 By silver Avon's holy shore Till twice an hundred years rolled o'er ; When slie, the bold Enchantress, came, With fearless hand and heart on flame, From the pule willow snatched the treasure, And swept it with a kindred measure. Till Avon's swans, while rung the grove With Montfort's hate and Basil's love, Awakening at the inspired strain, Deemed their own Shakespeare lived again.* Thy friendship thus thy judgment wronging With praises not to me belonging, In task more meet for mightiest powers Wouldst thou engage my thriftless hours. But say, my Erskine, hast thou weighed That secret power by all obeyed, Which warps not less the passive mind. Its source concefiled or undefined ; Whether an impulse, that has birth Soon as the infant wakes on earth, One with our feelings and our powers. And rather part of us than ours ; Or whether fitlier termed the sway Of habit, formed in early day ? Howe'er derived, its force confessed Rules with despotic sway the breast, And drags us on by vicAvless chain, While taste and reason plead in vain. Look east, and ask the Belgian why, 126 MARMION. Beneath Batavia's sultry sky, He seeks not eager to inhale The freshness of the mountain gale. Content to rear his whitened wall Beside the dank and dull canal ? He '11 say, from youth he loved to see The white sail gliding by the tree. Or see yon weather-beaten hind, Whose sluggish herds before him wind, Whose tattered plaid and rugged cheek His northern clime and kindred speak ; Through England's laughing meads he goes. And England's wealth around him flows ; Ask if it would content him well. At ease in those gay plains to dAvell, . Where hedge-rows spread a verdant screen, And spires and forests intervene. And the neat cottage peeps between ? No ! not for these will he exchange His dark Lochaber's boundless range. Not for fair Devon's meads forsake Ben Nevis gray and Garry's lake. Thus while I ape the measure wild Of tales that charmed me yet a child. Rude though they be, still with the chime Eeturn the thoughts of early time ; And feelings, roused in life's first day. Glow in the line and prompt the lay. Then rise those crags, that mountain tower, INTRODUCTION TO CANTO THIRD. 127 Which charmed my fancy's wakening hour. Though no broad river swept along. To claim, perchance, heroic song, Thougli sighed no groves in summer gale, To prompt of love a softer tale, Though scarce a puny streamlet's speed Claimed homage from a shepherd's reed. Yet was poetic impulse given By the green hill and clear blue heaven. It was a barren scene and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled. But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green ; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew. And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall. I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade The sun in all its round surveyed ; And still I thought that shattered tower The mightiest work of human power. And marvelled as the aged hind With some strange tale bewitched my mind Of forayers, who with headlong force Down from that strength had spurred their horse, Their southern rapine to renew Par in the distant Cheviots blue, And, home returning, filled the hall With revel, wassail-rout, and brawl. Methought that still with trump and clang 128 MARMION. The gateway's broken arches rang ; Methought grim features, seamed with scars, Glared through the window's rusty bars, And ever, by the winter hearth. Old tales I heard of woe or mirth, , Of lovers' slights, of ladies' charms. Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce tlie bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans in headlong sway Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While stretched at length upon the floor, Again I fought each combat o'er, Pebbles and shells, in order laid. The mimic ranks of war displayed ; And onward still the Scottish Lion bore, And still the scattered Southron fled before. Still, with vain fondness, could I trace Anew each kind familiar face That brightened at our evening fire ! From the thatched mansion's gray-haired sire. Wise Avithout learning, plain and good. And sprung of Scotland's gentler blood ; Whose eye in age, quick, clear, and keen. Showed what in youth its glance had been ; Whose doom discording neighbors sought. Content with equity unbought ; INTRODUCTION TO CANTO THIRD. 129 To him tlic vuucrablc priest, Our frequent and iauiiliar guest, Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint, Alas ! whose speeeh too ot't I broke With gambol rude and timeless joke : For I was wayward, bold, and wild, A self-willed imp, a grandame's child ; But half a plague, and half a jest. Was still endured, beloved, caressed. From me, thus nurtured, dost thou ask The classic poet's well-conned task ? Nay, Erskine, nay — on the wild hill Let the wild heath-bell flourish still ; Cherish the tidip, prune the vine, But freely let the woodbine twine. And leave luitrimmed the eglantine : Nay, my friend, nay • — since oft thy praise Hath given fresh vigor to my lays, Since oft thy judgment could refine My flattened thought or cumbrous line, Still kind, as is thy wont, attend, And in the minstrel spare the friend. Though wild as cloud, as stream, as gale^ Flow forth, flow unrestrained, mv tale ! CANTO THIRD. THE HOSTEL, OR INN. The livelong- tlaj'' Lord Marniion rode; The mountain path the Palmer showed By g'len and streamlet winded still, Where stunted birches hid the rill. 132 MARMION. They might not choose the lowlaiul road, For the Merse forayers were abroad, Who, fired with hate and thirst of prey, . Had scarcely failed to bar their way. Oft on the trampling band from crown Of some tall cliff the deer looked down ; On wing of jet from his repose In the deep heath the blackcock rose ; Sprimg from the gorse the timid roe, Nor waited for the bending bow ; And when the stony path began By which the naked peak they wan, Up flew the snowy ptarmigan. The noon had long been passed before They gained the height of Lammermoor; Thence winding down the northern way. Before them at the close of day Old Gilford's towers and hamlet lay. II. No summons calls them to the tower, To spend the hospitable liour. To Scotland's camp the lord was gone; His cautions dame, in bower alone. Dreaded her castle to unclose, So late, to unknown friends or foes. On through the hamlet as they paced. Before a porch whose front was graced With bush and flagon trimly placed. THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 133 Lord Mannion drew liis rein : The village iiin seemed large, thougli rude ; Its clieerful fire and hearty food Might well relieve his train. Down from their seats the horsemen sprung, With jingling spurs the court-yard rung; They bind their horses to the stall, For forage, food, and firing call. And various clamor fills the hall : Weighing the labor Avith the cost. Toils everywhere the bustling host. III. Soon, by the chimney's merry blaze. Through the rude hostel might you gaze, Might see where in dark nook aloof The rafters of the sooty roof Bore wealth of winter cheer ; Of sea-fowl dried, and solands store, And ganunons of the tusky boar. And savory haunch of deer. The chimney arch projected wide ; Above, around it, and beside, Were tools for housewives' hand ; Nor wanted, in that martial day. The implements of Scottish fray. The buckler, lance, and brand. Beneath its shade, the place of state, On oaken settle Marmion sate. 134 MARMION. And viewed around tlie blazing hearth His followers mix in noisy mirth ; Whom with brown ale, in jolly tide, Prom ancient vessels ranged aside, Pull actively their host supplied. IV. Theirs was the glee of martial breast, And laughter theirs at little jest ; And oft Lord Marmion deigned to aid, And mingle in the mirth they made ; For thougli, with men of high degree, The proudest of the proud was he. Yet, trained in camps, he knew the art To win the soldier's hardy heart. They love a captain to obey. Boisterous as March, yet fresh as May ; With open hand and brow as free. Lover of wine and minstrelsy ; Ever the first to scale a tower. As venturous in a lady's bower : — Such buxom cluef shall lead his host Prom Lidia's fires to Zembla's frost. Eesting upon his pilgrim staff, Eight opposite the Palmer stood. THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 135 His thin dark visage seen but half, Half hidden by his hood. Still tixcd on Mavmion 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 Pull met their stern encountering glance, The Palmer's visage fell. 136 MARMION. VI. By fits less frequent from the crowd Was heard the burst of laughter loud ; li'or still, as squire and archer stared On that (lark face and matted beard, Their glee and game declined. All gazed at length in silence drear, Unbroke save when in comrade's ear Some yeoman, wondering in his fear, Thus whispered forth his mind : * Saint Mary ! saw'st thou e'er such sight ? How pale his cheek, his eye how bright, Whene'er the firebrand's fickle light Glances beneath his cowl ! Full on our lord he sets his eye ; Por his best palfrey would not I Endure that sullen scowl.' VII. But Marmion, as to chase the awe Wliich thus had quelled their hearts who saw The ever-varying firelight show That fignre stern and face of woe. Now called upon a squire : ' Eitz-Eustace, know'st thou not some lay. To speed the lingering night away ? We slumber by the fire.' THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 137 VIII. ' So please you,' thus the youth rejoined, ' Our choicest minstrel 's left beliiiul. Ill may we hope to please your ear, Accustomed Constant's strains to Iiear. The harp full deftly can lie strike, And wake the lover's lute alike ; To dear Saint Valentine no thrush Sings livelier from a springtide bush. No nightingale her lovelorn tune More sweetly warbles to the moon. Woe to the cause, whate'er it be. Detains from us his melody, Lavished on rocks and billows stern. Or duller monks of Lindisfarne. Now must I venture as I may, To sing his favorite roundelay.' IX. A mellow voice Pitz-Eustace had, The air he chose was wild and sad ; Such have I heai'd in Scottish laud Rise from the busy harvest band, When falls before the mountaineer On Lowland plains the ripened ear. Now one shrill voice the notes prolong, Now a wild chorus swells the song : 138 MARMION. Oft have I listened and stood still As it eame softened up the hill, And deemed it the lament of men AVho languished for their native glen, And thought how sad would be such sound On Susquehanna's swampy ground, Kentucky's wood-encumbered brake. Or wild Ontario's boundless lake, Where heart-sick exiles in the strain Eecallcd fair Scotland's hills again ! SONG. Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast. Parted forever? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds the far billow. Where early violets die, Under the willow. CHORUS. Eleii loro, etc. Soft shall be his pillow, There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving; THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 139 There, wliile the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving ; There thy rest slialt thou take, Parted forever, Never again to wake, Never, never ! CHORUS. Men loro, etc. Never, never ! XT. Where shall the traitor rest, He the deceiver, Who coukl win maiden's breast, Kuin and leave her ? In the lost battle. Borne down by the flying, Where mingles Avar's rattle With groans of the dviug. CHORUS. Eleu loro, etc. There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O'er the false-hearted ; 140 MARMION. His warm blood, tlio wolf shall lap. Ere life be parted. Shame and dishonor sit By his grave ever ; Blessing shall hallow it, — Never, O never ! CHORUS. Eleu loro, etc. Nc^ver, never ! XTI. It ceased, the melancholj' sound, And silence sunk on all around. The air was sad ; but sadder still It fell on Marmion's ear. And plained as if disgrace and ill, And shameful death, were near. He drew his mantle past his face, Between it and the band. And rested with his head a space Reclining on his hand. His thoughts I scan not ; but I ween That, could their import have been seen, The meanest groom in all the hall, That e'er tied courser to a stall, Would scarce have wished to be their prey. For Lutterward and Eontenaye. THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 141 XIII. High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse ! Fear for their scourge mean villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave ! Yet fatal strength they boast to steel Their minds to bear the wounds they feel. Even while they wi-ithc beneath the smart Of civil conflict in the heart. For soon Lord Marmion raised his head. And smiling to Fitz-Eustace said : ' Is it not strange that, as ye sung, Seemed in mine ear a death-peal rung, Such as in nunneries they toll For some departing sister's soul ? Say, what may this portend ? ' Then first the Palmer silence broke, — The livelong day he had not spoke, — ' The death of a dear friend.' XIV. Marmion, whose steady heart and eye Ne'er changed in Avorst extremity, Marmion, whose soul could scantly brook Even from his king a haughty look. Whose accent of command controlled In camps the boldest of the bold — 142 MARMION. Thouglit, look, and utterance failed him now, Fallen was his glance and flushed his brow ; For either in the tone, Or something in the Palmer's look, .& full upon his conscience strook That answer he found none. Thus oft it haps that when within Thev shrink at sense of secret sin, A feather daunts the brfive ; A fool's wild speech confoinids the wise, And proudest princes vail their eyes Before their meanest slave. XV. Well might he falter ! — ■ By his aid Was Constance Beverley betrayed. Not that he augured of the doom Which on the living closed the tomb : But, tired to hear the desperate maid Threaten by turns, beseech, upbraid, And wroth because in wild despair She practised on the life of Clare, Its fugitive the Church he gave. Though not a victim, but a slave. And deemed restraint in convent strange Would hide her wrongs and her revenge. Himself, proiul Henry's favorite peer. Held Komish thunders idle fear; THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 143 Secure liis pardon lie might hold For some slight mulct of penance-gold. Thus judging, he gave secret way When the stern priests surprised their prey. His train but deemed the favorite page Was left behind to spare his age ; Or other if they deemed, none dared To mutter what he thought and heard : Woe to the vassal who durst pry Into Lord Marmion's privacy ! XVI. His conscience slept — he deemed her well, And safe secured in distant cell ; But, wakened by her favorite lay, And that strange Palmer's bodius: sav That fell so ominous and drear Full on the object of his fear, To aid remorse's venomed throes, Dark tales of convent-vengeance rose ; And Constance, late betrayed and scorned, All lovely on his soul returned ; Lovely as when at treacherous call She left her convent's peaceful wall, Crimsoned with shame, with terror mute, Dreading alike escape, pursuit, Till love, victorious o'er alarms. Hid fears and blushes in his arms. 144 MARMION. XVII. ' Alas ! ' lie thought, ' how changed that mien ! How changed these tiraid looks have been, Since years of guilt and of disguise Have steeled her brow and armed her eyes ! No more of virgin terror speaks The blood that mantles in her cheeks ; Fierce and unfeminine are there, Frenzy for joy, for grief despair ; And I the cause — for whom were given Her peace on earth, her hopes in heaven ! — Woukl,' thouglit he, as the picture grows, ' I on its stalk had left the rose ! Oh, why shoukl man's success remove The very charms that wake his love ? — Her convent's peaceful solitude Is now a prison harsh and rude ; And, pent within the narrow cell. How will her spirit chafe and swell ! How brook the stern monastic laws ! The penance how — and I the cause ! — Vigil and scourge — perchance even worse ! ' - And twice he rose to cry, ' To horse ! ' And twice his sovereign's mandate came. Like damp upon a kindling flame ; And twice he thought, ' Gave I not charge She should be safe, though not at large ? They durst not, for their island, shred One golden ringlet from her head.' TUE HOSTEL, OR INN. 145 XVIII. While thus in Marmioii's bosom strove Repentance and reviving love, Like whirlwinds whose contending sway I've seen Loch Vennachar obey, Their host the Palmer's speech had heard, And talkative took up the word : ' Ay, reverend pilgrim, you who stray From Scotland's simple land away. To visit realms afar. Full often learn the art to know Of future weal or future woe, By word, or sign, or star; Yet might a knight his fortune hear, If, knight-like, he despises fear, Not far from hence ; — if fathers old \right our hamlet legend told.' These broken w^ords the menials move, — For marvels still the vulgar love, — And, Marmion giving license cold. His tale the host thus gladly told : — XIX. THE host's tale. ' A clerk could tell what years have flown Since Alexander filled our throne, — Third monarch of that warlike name, — And eke the time when here he came X46 MARMION. To seek Sir Hugo, then our lord : A braver never drew a sword; A wiser never, at the hour Of midnight, spoke the word of power ; Tlie same whom ancient records call The founder of the Goblin-Hall. I would, Sir Knight, your longer stay Gave you that cavern to survey. Of lofty roof and ample size, Beneath the castle deep it lies : To hew the living rock profound. The floor to pave, the arch to round, There never toiled a mortal arm. It all was wrought by word and charm ; And I have heard my grandsire say That the wild clamor and affray Of those dread artisans of hell. Who labored under Hugo's spell, Sounded as loud as ocean's war Among the caverns of Dunbar. XX. 'The king Lord Gifford's castle sought. Deep laboring with uncertain thought. Even then he mustered all his host, To meet upon the western coast ; For Norse and Danish galleys plied Their oars within the Eirth of Clyde. There floated Haco's banner trim THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 147 Above Noi-weyan warriors grim, Savage of heart and large of limb, Threatening both continent and isle, Bute, Arran, CUnininghame, and Kyle. Lord Gifford, deep bencatli the ground. Heard Alexander's bugle sound, And tarried not his garb to change, But, in his wizard habit strange, (^anic forth, — a quaint and fearful sight: His mantle liued with fox-skins white ; His hioh and wrinkled forehead bore A pointed cap, such as of yore Clerks say that Pharaoh's Magi wore ; His shoes were marked with cross and spell, Upon his breast a pentacle ; His zone of virgin parchment thin, Or, as some tell, of dead man's skin, Bore many a planetary sign. Combust, and retrograde, and trine ; And in his hand he held prepared A naked sword without a guard. XXI. ' Dire dealings with a fiendish race Had marked strange lines upon his face ; Vigil and fast had worn him grim. His eyesight dazzled seemed and dim, As one unused to upper day ; Even his own menials with dismay 148 MARMION. Beheld, Sir Knight, the grisly sire In this unwonted wild attire ; Unwonted, for traditions run He seldom thus beheld the sun. "I know," he said, — his voice was hoarse, And broken seemed its hollow force, — " I know the cause, although untold. Why the king seeks his vassal's hold : Vainly from me my liege would know His kingdom's future weal or woe ; But yet, if strong his arm and heart, His courage may do more than art. XXII. ' " Of middle air the demons proud, Who ride upon the racking cloud, Can read in fixed or wandering star The issue of events afar. But still their sullen aid withhold, Save when by mightier force controlled. Such late I summoned to my hall ; And though so potent was the call That scarce the deepest nook of liell I deemed a refuge from the spell. Yet, obstinate in silence still. The haughty demon mocks my skill. But thou — who little know'st thy might As born upon that blessed night When yawning graves and dying groan THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 149 Proclaimed hell's empire overtlirown — With uiitaug'ht valor shalt compel Response denied to magic spell." " Gramcrcy," quoth our monarch free, " Place him but front to front with me, And, by this good and honored brand. The gift of Cceur-de-Lion's hand, Soothly I swear that, tide what tide. The demon shall a buifet bide." His bearing bold the wizard viewed, And thus, well pleased, his speech renewed : " There spoke the blood of Malcolm ! — niaik : Forth pacing hence at midnight dark. The rampart seek whose circling crown Crests the ascent of yonder down : A southern entrance shalt thou find ; There halt, and thei-e thy bugle wind, And trust thine elfin foe to see In guise of thy worst enemy. Couch then thy lance and spur thy steed — Upon him ! and Saint George to speed ! If he go down, thou soon shalt know Whate'er these airy sprites can show ; If thy heart fail thee in the strife, I am no Avarrant for thy life." XXIII. ' Soon as the midnight bell did ring, Alone and armed, forth rode the king To that old camp's deserted round. 150 MARMION. Sir Knight, you well might mark the mound Left hand the town, — the Pictish race The trench, long since, in blood did trace; Tlie moor aronud is brown and bare, The space within is green and fair. The spot our village children know, For there the earliest wild-flowers grow ; But woe betide the wandering wight That treads its circle in the night ! The breadth across, a bowshot clear, Grives ample space for full career ; Opposed to the four points of heaven, By four deep gaps are entrance given. The southernmost our monarch passed. Halted, and blew a gallant blast; And on the north, within the ring. Appeared the form of England's king, Who then, a thousand leagues afar, In Palestine waged holy war : Yet arms like England's did he wi(^ld; Alike the leopards in the shield, Alike his Syrian courser's frame, The rider's length of limb the same. Long afterwards did Scotland know Fell Edward was her deadliest foe. XXIV. 'The vision made our monarch start. But soon he maimed his noble heart. THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 151 And in the first career they ran, The Elfin Knight fell, horse and man ; Yet did a splinter of his lance 152 mahmion. Through Alexander's visor glance, And razed the skin — a puny wound. The king, light leaping to the ground, With naked blade his phantom foe Compelled the future Avar to show. Of Largs he saw the glorious plain, Where still gigantic bones remain, Memorial of the Danish war ; Himself he saw, amid the field, On high his brandished war-axe wield And strike proud Haco from his car, While all around the shadowy kings Denmark's grim ravens cowered their wings. 'T is said that in that awful night Remoter visions met his sight, Foreshowing future conquest far. When our sons' sons wage Northern war; A royal city, tower and spire, Eeddened the midnight sky with fire, And shouting crews her navy bore Triumphant to the victor shore. Such signs may learned clerks explain, They pass the wit of simple swain. XXV. ' The joyful king turned home again. Headed his host, and quelled the Dane ; But yearly, when returned the night Of his strange combat with the sprite, THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 153 His wound, must bleed and smart; Lord Giflbrd then would gibing say, " Bold as ye were, my liege, ye pay The penance of your start." Long since, beneath Dunfermline's nave, King Alexander fills his grave, Our Lady give him rest ! Yet still the knightly spear and shield The Elfin Warrior doth wield Upon the brown hill's breast. And many a knight hath proved his chance In the charmed ring to break a lance, But all have foully sped ; Save two, as legends tell, and they Were Wallace wight and Gilbert Hay. — Gentles, my tale is said.' XXVI. The quaighs were deep, the liquor strong. And on the tale the yeoman-throng Had made a comment sage and long, But Marmion gave a sign : And with their lord the squires retire. The rest around the hostel fire Their drowsy limbs recline ; For pillow, underneath each head, The quiver and the targe were laid. Deep slumbering on the hostel floor. Oppressed with toil and ale, they snore ; 154 MARMION. Tlie dying flame, in fitful change, Threw on the group its shadows strange. XXVII. Apart, and nestling in the hay Of a waste loft, Fitz-Eustace lay ; Scarce by the pale moonlight were seen The foldings of his mantle green : Lightly he dreamt, as youth will dream, Of sport by thicket, or by stream. Of hawk or hound, or ring or glove, Or, lighter yet, of lady's love. A cautious tread his slumber broke, And, close beside him when he woke. In moonbeam half, and half in gloom, Stood a tall form with nodding plume; But, ere his dagger Eustace drew. His master Marmion's voice he knew . XXVIII. ' Fitz-Eustace ! rise, — I cannot rest ; Yon churl's wild legend haunts my breast, And graver thoughts have chafed my mood ; The air must cool my feverish blood, And fain would I ride forth to see The scene of elfin chivalry. Arise, and saddle me my steed ; And, gentle Eustace, take good heed 156 MARMION. Thou (lost not rouse these drowsy slaves ; I woukl not that the prating- knaves Had cause for saying-, o'er their ale, That I could credit such a tale.' Then softly down the steps they slid, Eustace the stable door undid, And, darkling, Marraioti's steed arrayed. While, whispering, thus the baron said : - XXIX. ' Didst never, good my youth, hear tell That on the hour when I was born Saint George, who graced my sire's chapelle, Down from his steed of marble fell, A weary wight forlorn ? The flattering chaplains all agree The champion left his steed to me. 1 Avould, the omen's truth to show, That I could meet this elfin foe ! Blithe would 1 battle for the right To ask one question at the sprite. — Vain thought ! for elves, if elves there be, An empty race, by fount or sea To dashing Avaters dance and sing. Or round the green oak wheel their ring.' Thus speaking, he his steed bestrode, And from the hostel slowly rode. THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 157 XXX. Fitz-Eustace followed him abroad, And marked him pace the village road, And listened to his liorse's tramp, Till, by the lessening- sound, He judged that of the Pietish camp Lord Marmion sought the round. Wonder it seemed, in the squire's eyes, That one, so wary held and wise, — Of whom 't was said, he scarce received For gospel what the Church believed, — Should, stirred by idle tale, Eide forth in silence of the night, As hoping half to meet a sprite, Arrayed in plate and mail. For little did Fitz-Eustace know That passions in contending flow Unfix the strongest mind ; Wearied from doubt to doubt to flee, We welcome fond credulity, Guide confident, though blind. XXXI. Little for this Fitz-Eustace cared. But patient waited till he heard At distance, pricked to utmost speed. The foot-tramp of a flying steed 158 M ARM I ON. Come townward rushing on ; First, dead, as if ou turf it trode. Then, clattering on the village road, — In other pace than forth he yode, Keturned Lord Marinion. Down hastily he sprung from sella, And in his haste wellnigh he fell ; To the squire's hand the reiu he threw, And spoke no word as he withdrew : But yet the moonlight did betray The falcon-crest was soiled with clay ; And plainly might Fitz-Eustace see. By stains upon the charger's knee And his left side, that ou the moor He had not kept his footing sure. Long musing on these wondrous signs, At length to rest the squire reclines, Broken and short ; for still between Woidd dreams of terror intervene : Eustace did ne'er so blithely mark The first notes of the morning lark. CANTO FOURTH. THE CAMP. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FOURTH. TO JAMES SKENE, ESQ. Ashestiel, Ettrick Forest. An ancient Minstrel sagely said, 'Where is the life which late we led?' That motley clown in Arden wood, Whom humorous Jaqucs with envy viewed, Not even that clown could amplify On this trite text so long as I. Eleven years we now may tell Since we have known each other well. Since, riding side by side, our hand First drew the voluntary brand ; And sure, through many a varied scene, Unkinduess never came between. Away these winged years liave flown. To join the mass of ages gone ; 162 MARMION. And though deep marked, like all below, With checkered shades of joy and woe, Though thou o'er realms and seas hast ranged. Marked cities lost and empires changed, Winie liere at home my narrower ken Somewhat of manners saw and men ; Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears Fevered the progress of these years. Yet now, days, weeks, and mouths but seem The recollection of a dream. So still we glide down to the sea Of fathomless eternity. Even now it scarcely seems a day Since first I tuned tliis idle lay; A task so often thrown aside. When leisure graver cares denied. That now November's dreary gale. Whose voice inspired my opening tale, That same November gale once more Whirls the dry leaves on Yarr6w sliore. Their vexed boughs streaming to the sky. Once more our naked birches sigh. And Blackhouse heights and Ettrick Pen Have donned their wintry shrouds again. And mountain dark and flooded mead Bid us forsake the banks of Tweed. Earlier than wont along the sky. Mixed with tlie rack, the snow mists fly ; The shepherd who, in summer sun, INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FOURTH. 1G3 Had something; of our envy won, As thou with pencil, 1 with pen. The features traced of hill and glen, — He who, outstretched the livelong (lay. At ease among the heath-llowers lay, Viewed the light clouds with vacant look, Or slumbered o'er his tattered book, Or idly busied him to guide His angle o'er the lessened tide, — At midnight now the snowy plain Finds sterner labor for the swain. When red hath set the beamless sun Througli heavy vapors dank and dun. When the tired ploughman, dry and warm, Hears, half asleep, the rising storm Hurling the hail and sleeted rain Against the casement's tinkling pane ; The sounds that drive wild deer and fox To shelter in the brake and rocks Are warnings which the shepherd ask To dismal and to dangerous task. Oft he looks forth, and hopes, in vain, The blast may sink in mellowing rain ; Till, dark above and white below. Decided drives the flaky snow. And forth the hardy swain nnist go. Long, with dejected look and whine. To leave the hearth his dogs repine; Whistling and cheering them to aid, 164 MARMION. Around his back he wreaths the plaid : His flock he gathers and he g-uides To open downs and mountain-sides, Where fiercest though the tempest blow, Least deeply lies the drift below. The blast that whistles o'er the fells Stiffens his locks to icicles ; Oft he looks back while, streaming far, His cottage window seems a star, — Loses its feeble gleam, — and then Turns patient to the blast again. And, facing to the tempest's sweep. Drives through the gloom his lagging sheep. If fails his heart, if his limbs fail. Benumbing death is in the gale ; His paths, his landmarks, all unknown. Close to the hut, no more his own, Close to the aid he sought in vain, The morn may find the stiffened swain : The widow sees, at dawning pale. His orphans raise their feeble wail ; And, close beside him in tlie snow, Poor Yarrow, partner of their woe, Couches upon his master's breast. And licks his cheek to break his rest. Who envies now the shepherd's lot. His healthy fare, his rural cot. His summer couch by greenwood tree. His rustic kirn's loud revelrv. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FOURTH. 165 His native hill-notes tuned on high To Marion of the blithesome eye, His crook, his scrip, his oaten recti, And all Arcatlia's g-okleu creed? Changes not so with us, my Skene, Of human life the varying scene ? Our youthful sumnn'r oft we see Dance by on wings of game and glee, While the dark storm reserves its rage Against the winter of our age ; As he, the ancient chief of Troy, His manhood spent in peace and joy, But Grecian fires and loud alarms Called ancient Priam forth to arms. Then happy those, since each must drain His share of pleasure, share of pain, — Then happy those, beloved of Heaven, To whom the mingled cup is given ; Whose lenient sorrows find relief. Whose joys are chastened by their grief. And such a lot, my Skene, was thine, When thou of late wert doomed to twine — Just when thy bridal iiour was by — The cypress Avith the myrtle tie. Just on thy bride her sire had smiled. And blessed the union of his child. When love must change its joyous cheer, And wipe affection's filial tear. Nor did the actions next his end 166 MARMION. Speak more the father than the friend : Scarce had lamented Forbes paid The tribute to his minstrel's shade, The tale of friendship scarce was told, Ere the narrator's heart was cold — Far may we search before we find A heart so manly and so knid ! But not around his honored urn Shall friends alone and kindred mourn ; The thousand eyes his care had dried Pour at his name a bitter tide, And frequent falls the grateful dew For benefits the world ne'er knew. If mortal charity tlare claim The Almighty's attributed name. Inscribe above his mouldering clay, •The widow's shield, the orphan's stay.' Nor, though it wake thy sorrow, deem My verse intrudes on this sad theme. For sacred Avas the pen that wrote, ' Thy father's friend forget thou not ; ' And gratefid title may I plead, For many a kindly word and deed, To bring my tribute to his grave : — 'T is little — but 't is all I have. To thee, perchance, this rambling strain Recalls our summer Avalks again ; When, doing nought, — and, to speak true, Not anxious to find aught to do, — INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FOURTH. l67 Till! wild unbounded hills we ranged, While oft our talk its topic chaiigcd, And, desultory as our way. Ranged uneonfined from grave to gay. Even when it flagged, as oft will chance. No effort made to break its trance, We could right pleasantly pursue Our sports in social silence too ; Thou gravely laboring to portray The blighted oak's fantastic spray, I spelling o'er with much delight The legend of that antique knight, Tirante by name, ycleped the White. At cither's feet a trusty squire, Pandour and Camp, with eyes of tire. Jealous each other's motions viewed. And scarce suppressed their ancient feud. The laverock whistled from the cloud ; The stream was lively, but not loud ; Prom the white thorn the May-flower shed Its dewy fragrance round our head : Not Ariel lived more merrily Under the blossomed bough than we. And blithesome nights, too, have been ours. When Winter stript the Summer's bowers. Careless we heard, what now I hear, The wild blast sighing deep and drear. When fires were bright and lamps beamed gay, And ladies tuned the lovely lay, 168 MARMION. And lie was held a lao;o;ard soul Who shunned to quaff the sparkling bowl. Then he whose absence we deplore, Who breathes the gales of Devon's shore, The longer missed, bewailed the more, And thou, and I, and dear-loved Rae, And one whose name I may not say, — For not mimosa's tender tree Shrinks sooner from the touch than lie, — In merry chorus well combined, With laughter drowned the whistling wind. Mirth was within, and Care without Might gnaw her nails to hear our shout. Not but amid tlie buxom scene Some grave discourse might intervene — Of the good horse that bore him best, His shoulder, hoof, and arching crest ; Por, like mad Tom's, our chiefest care Was horse to ride and Aveapon wear. Such nights we 've had ; and, though the game Of manhood be more sober tame. And though the field-day or the drill Seem less important now, yet still Such may we hope to share again. The sprightly thought inspires my strain ! And mark how, like a horseman true, Lord Marmion's march I thus renew. CANTO FOURTH. THE CAMP. I. Eustace, I said, did blithely mark The first notes of the merry lark. The lark sang shrill, the cock he crew, And loudly Marmion's bugles blew, And Avith their light and lively call Brought groom and yeoman to the stall. Whistling they came and free of heai-t, But soon their mood was changed ; Complaint was heard on every part Of something disari'anged. Some clamored loud for armor lost ; . Some brawled and wrangled with the host; ' By Becket's bones,' cried one, ' I fear That some false Scot has stolen my spear ! ' Young Blount, Lord Marmion's second squire, Pound his steed wet with sweat and mire, Although the rated horseboy sware Last night he dressed him sleek and fair. 170 . MARMION. While chafed the impatient squire like thunder, Old Hubert shouts, in fear and wonder, — ' 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 throuo-h mire and bush Been lantern-led by Friar Kush.' II. Fitz-Eustace, who the cause but guessed, Nor wholly understood, His comrades' clamorous plaints suppressed ; He knew Lord Marniion's mood. Him, ere he issued forth, he sought. And found deep plunged in gloomy thought, And did his tale display Simply, as if he knew of nought To cause such disarray. Lord Marmion gave attention cold, Nor marvelled at the wonders told, — Passed them as accidents of course. And bade his clarions sound to horse. THE CAMP. 171 III. Young Henry Blount, meanwhile, the cost Had reckoned with their Scottish host ; And, as the charge he cast and paid, ' 111 thou deserv'st thy hire,' he said ; ' Dost see, thou knave, my horse's plight ? Pairies have ridden him all the night. And left him in a foam ! I trust that soon a conjuring band, With English cross and blazing brand. Shall drive the devils from this land To their. infernal home ; For in this haunted den, I trow, All night they trampled to and fro.' The laughing host looked on the hire : ' Gramercy, gentle southern squire. And if thou com'st among the rest, With Scottish broadsword to be blest, Sharp be the brand, and sure the blow, And short the pang to undergo.' Here stayed their talk, for Marmion Gave now the signal to set on. The Palmer showing forth the way, They journeyed all the morning-day. IV. The greensward way Avas smooth and good. Through Humbie's and through Saltoun's wood ; 172 M ARM I ON. A forest glade, which, varying still, Here gave a view of dale and liill, There narrower closed till overhead A vaulted screen the branches made. 'A pleasant path,' Fitz-Eustace said ; ' Such as where errant-knights might see Adventures of high chivalry, 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 designed ; 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 answered nought again. Now sudden, distant trumpets shrill. In notes prolonged by wood and hill, Were heard to echo far ; THE CAMP. 173 Each ready archer grasped his bow, But by the flourish soon they know They breathed no })oint of war. Yet cautious, as in tbeinan's hmd, Lord Marniion's order speeds the band Some opener ground to gain ; And scarce a furlong had they rode, When thinner trees receding showed A little woodland plain. Just in that advantae:cous "-lade The halting troop a line had made, As forth from the opposing shade Issued a gallant train. VI. First came the trumpets, at whose clang So late th^ forest echoes rang ; On prancing steeds they forward pressed. 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, Kothsay, 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 quelled When wildest its alarms. 174 MARMION. VII. He was a man of middle age, In aspect manly, grave, antl 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, Embroidered round and I'ound. The double tressure might you see, First by Achaius borne. 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 colors blazoned brave. The Lion, which his title gave ; A train, which well beseemed his state. But all unarmed, around him wait. THE CAMP. 175 Still is thy name in lii<>li account, And still thy verse hath charms, Sir David Lindesav of the Mount, Lord Lion King-at-arms ! VIII. Down 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 crowned, And on his temples placed the round Of Scotland's ancient diadem, And wet his brow with hallowed 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 Prom England to his royal court, Yet, for he knows Lord Marinion's name And honors much his warlike fame, My liege hath deemed it shame and lack Of courtesy to turn him back ; And by his order I, your guide. Must lodging fit and fair provide 176 MARMION. Till finds King James meet time to see The flower of English chivalry.' IX. Tliough inly chafed at this delay, Lord Maruiion 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 Avho rode in Marmion's band Should sever from the train. ' England has here enow of spies In Lady Heron's witching eyes : ' To Marchmount thus apart he said. But fair pretext to Marmion made. The right-hand path they now decline, And trace against the stream the Tyne. X. At length up that Avild dale they wind, I Where Crichtoun Castle crowns the bank; Eor there the Lion's care assigned A lodging meet for Marmion's rank. That castle rises on the steep Of the green vale of Tyne ; And far beneath, where slow they creep From pool to eddy, dark and deep. 178 M ARM I ON. Where alders moist and willows weep, You hear her streams repine. The towers iu different ages rose, Their various architecture shows The builders' various hands ; A mighty mass, that could oppose. When deadliest hatred fired its foes. The vengeful Douglas bands. XI. Crichtoun ! though now thy miry court But pens the lazy steer and sheep, Thy turrets rude and tottered keep Have been the minstrel's loved resort. Oft have I traced, within thy fort, Of mouldering shields the mystic sense, Scutcheons of honor or pretence, Quartered in old armorial sort, Eemains of rude magnificence. Nor wholly yet hath time defaced Thy lordly gallery fair, Nor yet the stony cord unbraced Whose twisted knots, with roses laced, Adorn thy ruined stair. Still rises unimpaired below The court-yard's graceful portico ; Al)ove its cornice, row and row Of fair hewn facets richly show Their pointed diamond form. THE CAMP. 179 Though there but houseless cattle go. To shield them from the storm. And, shuddering, still may we explore. Where oft whilom were captives pent, The darkness of thy Massy More, Or, from thy grass-grown battlement, May trace in undulating line The sluggish mazes of the Tyne. XII. Another aspect Crichtoun showed As through its portal Marmion rode; But yet 't was melancholy state Received him at the outer gate. For none were in the castle then But women, boys, or aged men. With eyes scarce dried, the sorrowing dame To welcome noble Marmion came ; Her son, a stripling twelve years old, Proffered the baron's rein to hold ; For each man that could draw a sword Had marched tiiat morning with their lord. Earl Adam Hepburn, — he who died On Flodden by his sovereign's side. Long may his lady look in vain ! She ne'er shall see his gallant train Come sweeping back through Crichtoun-Dean. 'T was a brave race before the name Of hated Bothwell stained their fame. 180 MARMION. XIII. And here two days did Marmioa rest. With every right that honor claims, Attended as the king's ©wn guest ; — Such the command of Royal James, Who marshalled then his land's array, Upon the Borough-moor that lay. Perchance he would not foeman's eye Upon his gathering host should pry. Till full prepared was every band To march against the English land. Here while they dwelt, did Lindesay's wit Oft cheer the baron's moodier fit ; And, in his turn, he knew to prize Lord Marmion's powerful mind and wise, - Trained in the lore of Rome and Greece, And policies of war and peace. XIV. It chanced, as fell the second night, That on the battlements they walked, And by the slowly fading light Of varying topics talked ; And, unaware, the herald-bard Said Marmion might his toil have spared In travelling so far, For that a messenger from heaven THE CAMP. 181 In vain to James had counsel given Against the Englisli war ; And, closer questioned, tlius he told A tah; whieli ciironiclcs of old In Scottish slorv have enrolled : — XV. SIR DAVID LINDESAY's TALE. ' Of all the palaces so fair. Built for the roval dwelling In Scotland, far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling ; And ill its park, in jovial June, How sweet the merry linnet's tune, How blithe the blackbird's lay ! The wild buck bells from ferny brake, The coot dives merry on the lake, The saddest heart might pleasure take To see all nature gay. But June is to our sovereign dear The heaviest month in all the year ; Too well his cause of grief you know, June saw his father's overthrow. Woe to the traitors who could bring The princely boy against his king ! Still in his conscience burns the sting. In offices as strict as Lent King James's June is ever spent. 132 MARMION. XVI. ' When last this ruthful month was come, And in Linlithgow's holy dome The king-, as wont, was praying ; While for his royal father's soul The chanter's sung, the bells did toll, The bishop mass was saying — Por now the year brought round again The day the luckless king was slain — In Catherine's aisle the monarch knelt, With sackcloth shirt and iron belt, And eyes with sorrow streaming ; Around him in their stalls of state The Thistle's Knight-Companions sate, Their banners o'er them beaming. I too Avas there, and, sooth to tell, Bedeafened with the jangling knell, Was watching Avhere the sunbeams fell Through the stained casement glcammg But while I marked what next befell It seemed as I were dreaming. Stepped from the crowd a ghostly wight. In azure gown, Avith cincture white; His forehead bald, his head was bare, Down hung at length his yellow hair. — Now, mock me not when, good my lord, I pledge to you my knightly word That when I saw his placid grace. THE CAMP. 18S His simple majesty of face, His solemn bearing, and his pace So stately gliding" on, — Seemed to mc ne'er did limner paint So just an image of the saint Who propped the Virgin in her faint, The loved Apostle John ! XVII. ' He stepped before the monarch's chair, And stood with rustic plainness there. And little reverence made ; Nor head, nor body, bowed, nor bent, But on the desk his arm he leant, And words like these he said, In a low voice, — l)ut never tone So thrilled through vein, and nerve, and bone : — " My mother sent mc from afar. Sir King, to warn thee not to war, — Woe waits on thine array ; If war thou wilt, of woman fair. Her witching wiles and wanton snare, James Stuart, doubly warned, beware : God keep thee as he may ! " — The wondering monarch seemed to seek For answer, and found none ; And when he raised his head to speak. The monitor was gone. The marshal and myself had cast 184 MARMION. To stop him as he outward passed ; But, lig-liter than the Avhirlwind's blast, He vanished from our eyes, Like sunbeam on the biHow cast, That glances but, and dies.' XVIII. While Lindesay told his marvel strange The twilight was so pale. He marked not Marmion's color change While listening to the tale ; But, after a suspended pause. The baron spoke : ' Of Nature's laws So strong I held the force, That never superhuman cause Could e'er control their course. And, three days since, had judged your aim Was but to make your guest your game ; But I have seen, since past the T^veed, What much has changed my sceptic creed, And made me credit aiight.' — He stayed. And seemed to wish his words unsaid, But, by that strong emotion pressed Which prompts us to unload our breast Even when discovery 's pain. To Lindesay did at lengtli unfold The tale his village host had told, At Gifford, to his train. THE CAMP. 185 Nous^lit of tljfi Palmer says lie there, And nought of Constance or of Clare ; The thoni>-lits which broke liis sleep he seems To mention but as feverish dreams. XIX. 'In vain,' said he, ' to rest I spread My burning limbs, and couched my head ; Fantastic thoughts returned, And, by their wild dominion led, My heart within me burned. So sore was the delirious goad, I took my steed and forth I rode, And, as the moon shone bright and cold, Soon reached the camp upon the wold. The southern entrance I passed through, And halted, and my bugle blew. Methought an answer met my ear, — Yet was the blast so low and drear, S3 hollow, and so faintly blown. It might be echo of my own. XX. ' Thus judging, for a little space I listened ere I left the place, But scarce could trust my eyes, Nor yet can think they serve me true, When sudden in the ring I view. 186 MARMION. In form distinct of shape and hue, A mounted champion rise. — I 've fought, Lord-Lion, many a day. In single fight and mixed affray, And ever, I myself may say. Have borne me as a knight ; But when this unexpected foe Seemed starting from the gulf below, ■ I care not tliough the truth I show, - I trembled with affright ; And as I placed in rest my spear, My hand so shook for very fear, I scarce could couch it right. XXI. ' Why need my tongue the issue tell ? We ran our course, — my charger fell ; — What could he 'gainst the shock of hell ? I rolled upon the plain. High o'er my head with threatening hand The spectre shook his naked brand, — Yet did the worst remain : My dazzled eyes I upward cast, — Not opening hell itself could blast Their sight like what I saw ! Pull on his face the moonbeam strook ! — A face could never be mistook ! I knew tlic stern vindictive look. 188 HARM I ON. And held my breath for awe. I saw the face of one who, fled To foreign climes, has long been dead, — I well l)elieve the last ; For ne'er from visor raised did stare A human warrior witli a glare So grimly and so ghast. Thrice o'er my head he shook the blade ; But when to good Saint George I prayed, — The first time e'er I asked his aid, — He plunged it in the slieath. And, on his courser mounting light, He seemed to vanish fi'om my sight : The moonbeam drooped, and deepest night Sunk down upon the heath. — 'T were long to tell what cause I have To know his face that met me there. Called by his hatred from the grave To cumber upper air ; Dead or alive, good cause had he To be my mortal enemy.' XXII. Marvelled Sir David of the Mount ; Then, learned in story, gan recount Such chance had happed of old, When once, near Norhani, there did fight A spectre fell of fiendish miglit, THE CAMP. 189 In likeness of a Scottish knight, With Brian Bnlnier bokl, And trained liini nigh to disallow The aid of his baptismal vow. ' And such a phantom, too, 't is said, With Highland broadsword, targe, and plaid, And fingers red with gore, Is seen in Rothicninrcns glade. Or where the sable pine-trees shade Dark Tomantoul, and Auehnaslaid, Dromouchty, or Glenniore. And yet, whate'er such legends say Of warlike demon, ghost, or fay. On mountain, moor, or phiin. Spotless in faith, in bosom bold. True son of chivalry should hold Tliese midnight terrors vain ; Tor seldom have such spirits power To harm, save in the evil liour When (jnilt we meditate within Or harbor nnrepented sin.' — Lord Marmion turned him half aside. And twice to clear his voice he tried. Then pressed Sir David's hand, — • But nought, at length, in answer said ; And here their further converse stayed, Each ordering that his band Should bowne them with the rising day. To Scotland's camp to take their Avay, — Such was the kinir's command. 190 MARMION. XXIII. Early they took Dun-Edin's road, And I could trace each step they trode ; Hill, brook, nor dell, nor rock, nor stone, Lies on the patli to me unknown. Much might it boast of storied lore ; But, passhig such digression o'er, Suffice it that their route was laid Across the furzy hills of Braid. They passed the glen and scanty rill. And climbed the opposing bank, untd They gained the top of Blackford Hill. XXIV. Blackford ! on whose uncultured breast. Among the broom and thorn and whin, A truant-boy, I sought the nest, Or listed, as I lay at rest, While rose on breezes thin The nnirmur of the city crowd. And, from his steeple jangling loud, Saint Giles's mingling din. Now, from the summit to the plain. Waves all the hill with yellow grain ; And o'er the landscape as I look. Nought do I see unchanged remain, Save the rude cliffs and chiming brook. THE CAMP. 191 To me they make a heavy moan Of early friendships past and gone. XXV. But different far the cliang-c lias been, Since Marinion from the crown Of Blackford saw that martial scene L'pon the bent so brown : Thousand pavilions, white as snow, Spread all the l^orougli-moor below, Upland, and dale, and down. A thousand did I say ? I ween, Thousands on thousands there were seen, That checkered all the heath betAveen The strcandet and the town, In crossing- ranks extending far, Forming a camp irregular ; Oft giving way where still there stood Some relics of the old oak wood, That darkly huge did intervene And tamed the glaring white with green : In these extended lines there lay A martial kingdom's vast array. XXVI. For from Hebudcs, dark with rain, To eastern Lodon's fertile plain, And fi'om the southern Bedswire edge 19-Z MARMION. To furthest Rosse's rocky ledge, From west to east, from south to north, Scotland sent all her warriors forth. Maruiion might hear the mingled hum Of myriads up the mountain come, — The horses' tramp and tinkling clank. Where chiefs reviewed their vassal rank, And charger's shrilling neigh, — Antl see the shifting lines advance, Wliile frequent flashed from shield and lance The sun's reflected ray. XXVII. Tliin curling in the morning air, The wreaths of failing smoke declare To embers now the brands decayed, Where the night-watch their fires had made. They saw, slow rolling on the phiin, Full many a baggage-cart and wain. And dire artillery's clumsy car, By sluggish oxen tugged to Avar ; And there were Borthwick's Sisters Seven, And culverins which France had given. Ill-omened gift ! the guns remain The conqueror's spoil on Flodden plain. XXVIII. Nor marked they less where in the air A thousand streamers flaunted fair; THE CAMP. 193 Various in shape, device, and hue, Green, sanguine, purple, red, and blue, Broad, narrow, swallow-tailed, and square, Scroll, pennon, pencil, bandrol, there O'er the pavilions flew. Hij>lu'st and midmost, was descried The royal banner floating- wide ; The staft", a pine-tree, strong and straight. Pitched deeply in a massive stone, Which still in memory is shown. Yet bent beneath the standard's weight. Whene'er the western wind unrolled With toil the huge and cumbrous fold, And gave to view tlie dazzling field, Where in proud Scotland's royal shield The ruddy lion ramped in gold. XXIX. Lord Marmion viewed the landscape bright, — He viewed it with a chief's delight, — Until within him burned his heart. And lightning from his eye did part, As on the battle-day ; Such glance did falcon never dart When stooping on his prey. ' Oh ! well, Lord-Lion, hast thou said, Thy king from warfare to dissuade Were but a vain essay ; For, by Saint George, were that host mine, 194 MARMION. Not power infernal nor divine Should once to peace my soul incline, Till I had dimmed their armor's shine In glorious battle-fray ! ' Answered the bard, of milder mood : ' Fair is the sight, — and yet 't were good That kings would think withal, When peace and wealth their land has blessed, 'T is better to sit still at rest Than rise, perchance to fall.' XXX. Still on the spot Lord Marmion stayed, For fairer scene he ne'er surveyed. When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go. And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendor red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed. And tinged them with a lustre proud. Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down. Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, THE CAMP. 195 Mine own romantic town ! But northward far, with purer blaze, On Ochil mountains fell the rays, 196 MARMION. And as each heathy top they kissed, It gleamed a purple amethyst. Yonder the shores of Fife you saw, Here Preston-Bay and Berwick-Law ; And, broad between them rolled, The gallant Firth the eye might note, Wliose islands on its bosom float. Like emeralds chased in gold. Fitz-Eustace' heart felt closely pent ; As if to give his rapture vent, The spur he to his charger lent, And raised his bridle hand, And making demi-volt in air, Cried, ' Where 's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land ! ' The Lindesay smiled his joy to see. Nor Marmion's frown repressed his glee. XXXI. Thus while they looked, a flourish proud. Where mingled trump, and clarion loud, And fife, and kettle-drum. And sackbut deep, and psaltery. And war-pipe with discordant cry. And cymbal clattering to tlie sky. Making wild music bold and high Did up the mountain come ; The whilst the bells with distant chime THE CAMP. 197 Mcn-ily tolled tho hour of prime, And thus the Tiiudesiiy spoke : 'Thus fliunor still the war-notes when The kiiit>- to mass his way has ta'en. Or to Saint Catherine's of Sienne, Or Chapel of Saint Rocque. To you they speak of martial fame, But me reuund of peaceful game, When blither Avas their cheer, Thrilling in Falkland-woods the air. In signal none liis steed should spare. But strive Avhieh foremost might repair To the downfall of the deer. XXXI ' Nor less,' he said, ' when looking forth I view yon Empress of the North Sit on her hilly throne, Her palace's imperial bowers, Her castle, proof to hostile powers, Her stately halls and holy towers — Nor less,' he said, ' I moan To think what woe mischance may bring. And how these merry bells may ring The death-dirge of our gallant king. Or with their larum call The burghers forth to watch and ward, 'Gainst Southern sac^' and fires to guard Dun-Edin's leaguered wall. — 198 MARMION. But not for my presaging thought, Dream conquest sure or cheaply bought ! Lord Marmion, I say nay : God is the guider of the field, He breaks the champion's spear and shield, • But thou thyself shalt say, When joins yon host in deadly stowre, That England's dames must weep in bower, Her monks the death-mass sing ; Por never saw'st thou such a power Led on by such a king.' And now, down winding to the plain. The barriers of the camp they gain, And there they made a stay. — There stays the Minstrel, till he fling His hand o'er every Border string, And fit his harp the pomp to sing Of Scotland's ancient court and king. In the succeeding lay. CANTO FIFTH. THE COURT. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO PIPTH. TO GEORGE ELLIS, ESQ. EdinburgJi. When dark December glooms the day, And takes our autumn joys away ; When short and scant the sunbeam throws Upon the weary waste of snows A cold and profitless regard, Like patron on a needy bard ; When sylvan occupation 's done. And o'er the chimney rests the gun, And hang in idle tropliy near, The game-pouch, fisliing-rod, and spear ; When wiry terrier, rough and grim. And greyhound, with his length of limb. And pointer, uoav employed no more. Cumber our parlor's narrow floor ; 202 MARMION. When in his stall the impatient steed Is Ions: condemned to rest and feed ; When from our snow-encirded home Scarce cai-es the hardiest step to roam, Since path is none, save that to bring The needful water from the spring ; When wrinkled news-page, thrice conned o'er, Begudes tlie dreary hour no more, And darkling politician, crossed, Inveighs against the lingering post. And answering housewife sore complains Of carriers' snow-impeded wains ; — When such the country-cheer, I come Well pleased to seek our city home ; Por converse and for books to change The Forest's melancholy range. And welcome with renewed delight The busy day and social night. Not here need my desponding rhyme Lament the ravages of time, As erst by Newark's riven towers, And Ettrick stripped of forest bowers. True, Caledonia's Queen is changed Since on her dusky summit ranged, Within its steepy limits pent By bulwark, line, and battlement. And flanking towers, and laky flood, Guarded and garrisoned she stood, Denying entrance or resort INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FIFTH. 203 Save at each tall embattled port, Above whose aroh, suspcMuled, hung Portcullis spiked witli iron prong. That long is gone, — but not so long Since, early closed and opening late, Jealous revolved the studded gate, Whose task, from eve to morning tide, A wicket churlishly supplied. Stern then and steel-girt was thy brow, Dun-Edin ! Oh, how altered now. When safe amid thy mountain court Thou sitt'st, like empress at her sport. And liberal, unconfined, and free, Plinging tliy white arms to the sea. For thy dark cloud, with umbered lower, That hung o'er cliff and lake and tower, Thou gleam'st against the western ray Ten thousand lines of brighter day ! Not she, the championess of old. In Spenser's magic tale enrolled. She for the charmed spear renowned, Which forced each knight to kiss the ground, — Not she more changed, when, placed at rest, What time she was Malbecco's guest. She gave to flow her maiden vest ; When, from the corselet's grasp relieved. Free to the sight her bosom heaved : Sweet was her blue eye's modest smile. Erst hidden by the aventayle. 204 MARMION. And down lier shoulders graceful rolled Her locks profuse of paly gold. They who whilom in midnight fight Had marvelled at her matchless might, No less her maiden charms approved, But looking liked, and liking loved. The sight coidd jealous pangs beguile, And charm Malbecco's cares awhde ; And lie, the wandering Squire of Dames, Forgot his Columbella's claims, And passion, erst unknown, could gain The breast of blunt Sir Satyrane ; Nor durst light Paridell advance, Bold as he was, a looser glance. She charmed, at once, and tamed the heart, Incomparable Britomart ! So thou, fair City ! disarrayed Of battled wall and rampart's aid. As stately seem'st, but lovelier far Than in that panoply of war. Nor deem that from thy fenceless throne Strength and security are flown ; Still as of yore. Queen of the North ! Still canst thou send thy children forth. Ne'er readier at alarm -bell's call Thy burgher's rose to man thy wall Than now, in danger, shall be thine, Thy dauntless voluntary line ; INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FIFTH. 205 Por fosse and turret proud to stand, Tlu'ir breasts tlu; bulwarks of tlic land. Thy thousands, trained to martial toil, Full red would stain their native soil, Ere from thy mural crown there fell The slightest knosp or pinnacle. And if it come, as come it may, Dun-Edin ! that eventful day, Eenowned for liospitable deed. That virtue much with Heaven may plead, In patriarchal times whose care Descending angels deigned to share; That claim may wrestle blessings down On those who tight for the Good Town, Destined in every age to be Kefuge of injured royalty; Since first, when conquering York arose. To Henry meek she gave repose. Till late, with wonder, grief, and awe, Great Bourbon's relics sad she saw. Truce to these thoughts ! — for, as they rise, How gladly I avert mine eyes, Bodings, or true or false, to change For Fiction's fair romantic range, Or for Tradition's dubious light, That hovers 'twixt the day and night : Dazzling alternately and dim, Her wavering lamp I 'd rather trim. 206 MARMION. Knights, squires, and lovely dames to see. Creation of my fantasy, Than gaze abroad on reeky fen, And make of mists invading men. Who loves not more the night of June Than dull December's gloomy noon? The moonlight than the fog of frost? And can we say which cheats the most ? But who shall teach my harp to gain A sound of the romantic strain Whose Anglo-Norman tones whilere Could win the royal Henry's ear, Famed Beauclerk called, for that he loved The minstrel and his lay approved ? Who shall these lingering notes redeem, Decaying on Oblivion's stream ; Such notes as from the Breton tongue Marie translated, Blondel sung? — Oh ! born Time's ravage to repair, And make the dying Muse thy care ; Who, when his scythe her hoary foe Was poising for the final blow. The weapon from his hand could wring, And break his glass and shear his wing, And bid, reviving in his strain, The gentle poet live again; Thou, who canst give to lightest lay An unpedantic moral gay, INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FIFTH. 207 Nor less the dullest theme bid flit Ou wings of unexpected wit ; In letters us in life approved, Example honored and beloved, — Dear Ellis ! to the bard impart A lesson of thy magic art. To win at once the head and heart, — At once to charm, instruct, and mend, My guide, my pattern, and my friend ! Such minstrel lesson to bestow Be long thy pleasing task, — but, oh ! No more by thy example teach "What few can practise, all can preach, — With even patience to endure Lingering disease and painful cure. And boast affliction's pangs subdued By mild and manly fortitude. Enough, the lesson has been given : Forbid the repetition. Heaven ! Come listen, then ! for thou hast known And loved the Minstrel's varying tone, • Who, like his Border sires of old. Waked a wild measure rude and bold, Till Windsor's oaks and Ascot plain With wonder heard the Northern strain. Come listen ! bold in thy applause. The bard shall scorn pedantic laws ; And, as the ancient art could stain 208 MARMION. Achievements on the storied pane. Irregularly traced and planned, Eut yet so glowing and so grand, So shall he strive, in changeful hue, Field, feast, and combat to renew, And loves, and arms, and harpers' glee, And all the pomp of chivalry. CANTO FIFTH. THE COURT. I. The train has left the hills of Braid ; The barrier guard have open made — So Lindesay bade — the palisade That closed the tented ground ; Their men the warders backward drew, And carried pikes as they rode through Into its ample bound. Fast ran the Scottish warriors there, Upon the Southern band to stare, And envy with their wonder rose, To see such well-appointed foes ;. Such length of shafts, such mighty bows, So huge that many simply thought But for a vaunt sucli weapons wrought. And little deemed their force to feel Through links of mail and plates of steel When, rattling upon Flodden vale, The cloth-yard arrows flew like hail. 310 3f ARM ION. II. Nor less did Mannion's skilful view Glance every line and squadron throug'h, And much he marvelled one small land Could marshal forth such various band ; For men-at-arms were here. Heavily sheathed in mail and plate, Like iron towers for strength and weight, On Flemish steeds of bone and height, With battle-axe aud spear. Young knights and squires, a lighter train, Practised their chargers on the plain, By aid of leg, of hand, and rein, Each warlike feat to show. To pass, to wheel, the croupe to gain, And high curvet, that not in vain The sword-sway might descend amain On foeman's casque below. He saw the hardy burghers there March armed on foot with faces bare, For visor they wore none. Nor waving plume, nor crest of knight ; But burnished were their corselets bright, Their brigantines and gorgets light Like very silver shone. Long pikes they had for standing fight, Two-handed swords they wore, And many wielded mace of Aveight, And bucklers bright they bore. THE COURT. 211 Til. On foot the yeoman too, but dressed In his steel-jack, a swarthy vest, With iron quilted well ; Each at his back — a slender store — His forty days' provision bore, As feudal statutes tell. His arms were halbert, axe, or spear, A crossbow there, a hagbut here, A dagger-knife, and brand. Sober he seemed and sad of cheer, As loath to leave his cottage dear And march to foreign strand, Or musing who would guide his steer To till the fallow land. Yet deem not in his thoughtful eye Did aught of dastard terror lie ; More dreadful far his ire Than theirs who, scorning danger's name, In ea<>-er mood to battle came. Their valor like light straw on flame, A fierce but fading fire. IV. Not so the Borderer : — bred to war, He knew the battle's din afar. And joyed to hear it swell. His peaceful day was slothful ease ; 212 HARM ION. Nor harp nor pipe his ear could please Like tlie loud slogan yell. On active steed, with lance and blade, The light-armed pricker plied his trade, — Let nobles fight for fame ; Let vassals follow where they lead, Burghers, to guard their townships, bleed, But war 's the Borderers' game. Their gain, their glory, their delight, To sleep the day, maraud the night, O'er mountain, moss, and moor ; Joyful to fight they took their way, Scarce caring who might win the day, Their booty was secure. These, as Lord Marraion's train passed by. Looked on at first with careless eye. Nor marvelled aught, well taught to know The form and force of English bow. But when they saw the lord arrayed In splendid arms and rich brocade, Each Borderer to his kinsman said, — ' Hist, Ringan ! seest thou there ! Canst guess which road they '11 homeward ride ? Oh ! could we but on Border side. By Eusedale glen, or Liddell's tide, Beset a prize so fair ! That fangless Lion, too, their guide. Might chance to lose his glistering hide ; Brown Maudlin of that doublet pied Could make a kirtle rare.' rilE COURT. 213 Next, Miirmioii marked tlio Celtic race, Of (litt'erent language, form, and face. >^ A various race of man ; Just then the chiefs their tribes arrayed, 214 MARMION. And wild and g-arisli semblance made The clieckcred trews and belted plaid, And varying notes the war-pipes brayed To every varying clan. Wild through their red or sable hair Looked out their eyes with savage stare On Marmion as he passed ; Their legs above the knee were bare; Their frame was sinewy, short, and spare, And hardened to the blast ; Of taller race, the chiefs they own Were by the eagle's plumage known. The hunted red-deer's undressed hide Their hairy buskins Avell supplied ; The graceful bonnet decked their head ; Back from their shoulders hung the plaid ; A broadsword of unwieldy length, A dagger proved for edge and strength, A studded targe they wore. And quivers, bows, and shafts, — but, oh ! Short was the shaft and weak the boAV To that which England bore. The Isles-raen carried at their backs The ancient Danish battle-axe. They raised a wild and wondering cry, As with his guide rode Marmion by. Loud were their clamoring tongues, as when ~ The clanging sea-fowl leave the fen, And, with their cries discordant mixed, Grumbled and yelled the pipes betwixt. THE COURT. 215 VI. Thus through the Scottish camp they passed, And reached the city gate at last. Where all around, a wakeful guard, Armed ])urglicrs kept their watch and ward. Well had they cause of jealous fear, When lay encamped in field so near The Borderer and the Mountaineer. As through the bustling streets they go. All was alive with martial show ; At every turn with dinning clang The armorer's anvil clashed and rang, Or toiled the swarthv smith to wheel The bar that arras the charger's heel. Or axe or falchion to the side Of jarring grindstone was applied. Page, groom, and squire, with hurrying pace. Through street and lane and market-place. Bore lance or casque or sword ; While biu'ghers, with important face. Described each new-come lord. Discussed his lineage, told his name, His following, and his warlike fame. The Lion led to lodging meet. Which high o'erlooked the crowded street ; There must the baron rest Till past the hour of vesper tide, And then to Holy-Rood must ride, — Such was the king's behest. 216 MARMION. Meanwhile the Lion's care assigns A banquet rich and costly wines To Marmion and his train ; And when the appointed hour succeeds, The baron dons his peaceful weeds, And following Lindesay as he leads, The palace halls they gain. VII. Old Holy-Rood rung merrily That night with wassail, mirth, and glee : King James within her princely bower Feasted the chiefs of Scotland's power, Summoned to spend the parting hour ; For he had charged that his array Should southward march by break of day. Well loved that splendid monarch aye The banquet and the song, By day the tourney, and by night The merry dance, traced fast and light, The maskers quaint, the pageant bright, The revel loud and long. This feast outshone his banquets past; It was his blithest — and his last. The dazzling lamps from gallery gay Cast on the court a dancing ray ; Here to the harp did minstrels sing, There ladies touched a softer string ; With long-eared cap and motley vest, THE COURT. 217 TIic licensed fool vctuiled his jest ; His magie trieks the jug-i-lcr plied ; At dice and draughts the gallants vied ; While some, in close recess apart, Courted the ladies of their heart, Nor courted thein in vain ; For often in the parting hour Victorious Love asserts his power O'er coldness and disdain ; And flinty is her heart can view To battle march a lover true — Can hear, perchance, his last adieu, Nor own her share of pain. VIII. Through this mixed crowd of glee and game The king to greet Lord Marmion came, While, reverent, all made room. An easy task it was, I trow. King James's manly form to know. Although, his courtesy to show. He doited to Marmion bending low His broidered cap and plume. For royal were his garb and mien ; His cloak of crimson velvet piled. Trimmed with the fur of marten wild, His vest of changeful satin sheen. The dazzled eye beguiled ; His gorgeous collar hung adown, 218 MARMION. Wrought with the badg-e of Scotland's crown, The thistle brave of old renown ; His trusty blade, Toledo right, Descended from a baldric bright ; White were his buskins, on the heel His spurs inlaid of gold and steel ; His bonnet, all of crimson fair. Was buttoned with a I'uby rare : And Marmion deemed he ne'er had seen A prince of such a noble mien. IX. The monarch's form was middle size. For feat of strength or exercise Shaped in proportion fair; And hazel was his eagle eye. And auburn of the darkest dye His short ciuded beard and hair. Light was his footstep in the dance, And firm his stirrup in the lists ; And, oh ! he had that merry glance That seldom lady's heart resists. Lightly from fair to fair he flew. And loved to plead, lament, and sue, — Suit lightly won and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain. I said he joyed in banquet bower ; But, mid his mirth, 't was often strange How suddeidy his cheer would change. THE COURT. 219 His look o'ercast and lower, If in a sudden turn he felt The pressure of his iron belt. That bound his breast in penance pain, In memory of his father slain. Even so 't was strange how evermore, Soon as the passing- pang was o'er, Forward he rushed with double glee Into the stream of revelry. Thus dim-seen object of affright Startles the courser in his flight, And half he halts, half springs aside, But feels the quickening spur applied. And, straining on the tightened rein. Scours doubly swift o'er hill and plain. O'er James's heart, the courtiers say. Sir Hugh the Heron's wife held sway ; To Scotland's court she came To be a hostage for her lord. Who Cessford's gallant heart had gored, And with the king to make accord Had sent his lovely dame. Nor to that lady free alone Did the gay king allegiance own ; For the fair Queen of France Sent him a turquoise ring and glove. And charged hira, as her knight and love. 220 MARMION. For her to brealc a lance, And strike three strokes with Scottish brand, And marcli three miles on Southron land, And bid the banners of his band In English breezes dance. And thus for France's queen he drcst His inanly limbs in mailed vest. And thus admitted English fair His inmost councils still to share, And thus for both he madly planned The ruin of himself and laud ! And yet, the sooth to tell. Nor England's fair nor France's queen Were worth one pearl-drop, bright and sheen, Fro)n Margaret's eyes that fell, — His own Queen Margaret, who in Lithgow's bower All lonely sat and wept the weary hour. XI. The queen sits lone in Lithgow pile. And weeps the weary day The war against her native soil, Her monarch's risk in battle broil, — And in gay Holy-Rood the while Dame Heron rises with a smile Upon the harp to phay. Fair was her rounded arm, as o'er The strings her fingers fUnv; And as she touched and tuned them all, THE COURT. 221 Ever \wx bosom's rise and fall Was plainer g;iveii to view ; Por, all for heat, was laid aside Her wimple, and her hood untied. And first she pitched her voiee to sing, Then glanced her dark eye on the king, And then around the silent ring, And laughed, and blushed, and oft did say Her pretty oath, by yea and nay. She could not, would not, durst not play ! At length, upon the harp, with glee, Mingled witli arch simplicity, A soft yet lively air she rung. While thus the wily lady sung : — XII. LOCniNVAR. ILatiji llrron's Song. Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the Avest, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He SAvara the Eske river where ford there was none ; 233 M ARM I ON. But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : Por a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all : Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, — For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word, — ' Oh ! come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ? ' — ' I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far. That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.' The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar, — ' Now tread we a measure ! ' said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; 224^ MARMION. And the briile-maideiis whispered, ' 'T were better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.' One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached thehall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair hidy he swung. So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! ' She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,' quoth young Locliinvar. There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love and so dauntless in war. Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII. The monarch o'er the siren hung. And beat the measure as she sung ; And, pressing closer and more near. He whispered praises in her ear. In loud applause the courtiers vied, And ladies winked and spoke aside. The witching dame to Marmion threw , A glance, where seemed to reign ',; The pride that claims applauses due, ^ And of her royal conquest too A real or feigned disdain : THE COURT. 225 Familiar was the look, and told Mannioi> and she were friends of old. The king- observed their meeting eyes With something like displeased surprise ; For monarehs ill can rivals brook, Even in a word, or smile, or look. Straight took he forth the parchment broad Which Marniioii's high commission showed : ' Our Borders sacked by many a raid. Our peaceful liege-men robbed,' he said, ' On day of truce our warden slain, Stout Barton killed, his vessels ta'en —^ Unworthy were we here to reign, Should these for vengeance cry in vain ; Our full defiance, hate, and scorn, Our herald has to Henry borne.' XIV. He paused, and led where Douglas stood And with stern eye the pageant viewed ; I mean that Douglas, sixth of yore, Who coronet of Angus bore, And, when his blood and heart were high. Did the third James in camp defy. And all his minions led to die On Lauder's dreary flat. Princes and favorites long grew tame, And trembled at the homely name Of Archibald Bell-the-Cat ; 226 MARMION. The same who left the dusky vale Of Ileruiitage in Licldisdalc, Its dungeons and its towers, Where Bothwell's turrets brave the air, And Bothwell bank is blooming fair, To fix lus princely bowers. Though now in age he had laid down His armor for the peaceful gown, And for a staff his brand. Yet often would flash forth the fire That could in youth a monarch's ire And minion's pride withstand ; And even that day at council board. Unapt to soothe his sovereign's mood, Against the war had Angus stood, And chafed his royal lord. XV. His giant-form, like ruined tower. Though fallen its muscles' brawny vaunt, Huge-boned, and tall, and grim, and gaunt, Seemed o'er the gaudy scene to lower ; His locks and beard in silver grew. His eyebrows kept their sable hue. Near Douglas Avlien the monarch stood, His bitter speech he thus pursued : 'Lord Marmion, since these letters say That in the North you needs must stay WhUe slightest hopes of peace remain, THE COURT. 227 Uncoiirtc'ous speech it were and stern To say — licturii to Liiulisfarne, Until my herald come again. Then rest you in Tantallon hold; Your host shall be the Douglas bold, — A chief unlike his sires of old. He wears their motto on his blade, Their blazon o'er his towers displayed, Yet loves his sovereign to oppose More than to face his country's foes. And, I bethink me, by Saint Stephen, But e'en this morn to me was given A prize, the first fruits of the war, Ta'en by a galley from Dunbar, A bevy of the maids of h(!aven. Under your guard these holy maids Shall safe return to cloister shades, And, while they at Tantallon stay, Kequiem for Cochran's soul may say.' And with the slaughtered favorite's name Across the monarch's brow there came A cloud of ire, remorse, and shame. XVI. In answer nought could Angus speak, His proud heart swelled well-nigh to break ; He turned aside, and down his cheek A burning tear there stole. His hand the monarch sudden took, 228 MARMION. That sight his kind lieart could not brook : ' Now, by the Bruec's soul, Angus, my hasty speech forgive ! For sure as doth his spirit live, As he said of the Douglas old, I well may say of you, — That never king did subject hold, In speech more free, in war more bold. More tender and more trne ; Forgive me, Douglas, once again.' — And, while the king his hand did strain, . The old man's tears fell down like rain. To seize the moment Marmion tried, And whispered to tlie king aside : ' Oh ! let such tears unwonted plead For respite short from dubious deed ! A child will Aveep a bramble's smart, A "maid to see her sparrow part, A stripling for a woman's heart ; But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men. ■ Then, oh ! what omen, dark and high, When Douglas wets his manly eye ! ' XVII. Displeased was .lames that stranger viewed And tampered with his changing mood. ' Laugh those that can, weep those that may,' Thus did the fiery monarch say, THE COURT. 229 ' Soulliw.'U'd T inardi l)y break of day ; And if within Taiitalloii stroiia,' The o-ood Lord Mariniou tarries loiij^, Percliaiicc our nieetiui)- next may fall At Taniwortli in his castle-hali.' — The hanghty Marmiou felt the taunt, And ansAvered grave the royal vaunt : 'Much honored Avere my humble home, 230 MARMION. If in its halls King James should come ; But Nottingham has archers good, And Yorkshire men are stern of mood, Northumbrian prickers wild and rude On Derby Hills the paths arc steep. In Ouse and Tyne the fords are deep ; And many a banner will be torn. And many a knight to earth Ije borne, And many a sheaf of arrows spent, Ere Scotland's king shall cross the Trent : Yet pause, brave prince, Avhile yet you may ! The monarch lightly turned away. And to his nobles loud did call, ' Lords, to the dance, — a hall ! a hall ! ' Himself liis cloak and sword flung by, And led Dame Hei-on gallantly ; And minstrels, at the royal order, Etmg out ' Blue Bonnets o'er tlie Border.' XVIII. Leave Ave these revels now to tell What to Saint Hilda's maids befell, Whose galley, as they sailed again To Whitby, by a Scot Avas ta'en. Now at Dun-Edin did they bide Till James should of their fate decide. And soon by his command Were gently summoned to prepare To journey under Marmion's care, THE COURT. 231 As escort honored, safe, and fair, Again to Eiiglisli land. The abbess told lur eliaplet o'er, Nor knew which Saint she shonld implore; For, when she thought of Constance, sore Slui feared Lord Marniion's mood. And jndge what Clara must have felt! The sword that luing in Marniion's belt Had drunk De Wilton's blood. Unwittingly King James had given, As guard to AVhitbv's shades, The man most dreaded under heaven By these defenceless maids ; Yet what petition could avail. Or who woidd listen to' the tale Of woman, prisoner, and nun, Mid bustle of a war begun ? They deemed it hopeless to avoid The convoy of their dangerous guide. XIX. Their lodging, so the king assigned. To Marniion's, as their guardian, joined ; And thus it fell that, passing nigh, The Palmer caught the abbess' eye, Who warned him by a scroll She had a secret to reveal 232 MARMION. That much concerned the Church's weal And health of sinner's soul ; And, with deep charge of secrecy, Slie named a place to meet Within an open balcony, That hung from dizzy pitch and high Above the stately street. To wliich, as common to each home. At night they might in secret come. XX. At night in secret there they came, The Palmer and the holy dame. The moon among the clouds rode high, And all the city hum was by. Upon the street, wliere late befoi*e Did din of war and warriors roar. You might have heard a pcbljle fall, A beetle hum, a cricket sing. An owlet flap his Ijoding wing On Giles's steeple tall. The antique buildings, climbing high, Whose Gothic frontlets sought the sky. Were here wi-apt deep in shade ; There on their brows the moonbeam broke. Through the faint wreaths of silvery smoke, And on the casements played. And other light was none to see, Save torches gliding far, THE COURT. 233 Before some chieftain of dcsree Who left the royal revelry To bowne hira for the war. — A solemn seene tlie abbess chose, A solemn hour, her secret to disclose. 234 MARMION. XXI. ' O holy Palmer ! ' she hegan, — Tor sure he must he sainted man, Whose hlessed feet have trod the ground Where the Eedeemer's toud) is found, — Por his dear Church's sake, my tale Attend, nor deem of light avail, Though I must speak of worldly love, — How vain to those who wed ahove ! — De Wilton and Lord Marudon wooed Clara de Clare, of Gloster's blood ; — , Idle it were of Whitby's dame To say of that same blood I came ; — And once, when jealous rage was high, Lord Marmion said despiteously, Wilton was traitor in his heart. And had made league with Martin Swart When he came here on Simiiel's part. And only cowardice did restrain His rebel aid on Stokefield's plain, — And down he threw his glove. The thing Was tried, as wont, before the king ; Where frankly did De Wilton own That Swart in Guelders he had known, And that between them then there went Some scroll of courteous compliment. Yox this he to his castle sent ; But when his messenger returned. 236 MARMION. Jiulg'c how De Wilton's fury Lunifd ! For in liis packet there were luid Letters that claimed disloyal aid And proved King" Henry's cause betrayed. His fame, thus blighted, iu the field He strove to clear by spear and shield ; — To clear his fame in vain he strove. For wondrous are His ways above ! Perchance some form was unobserved, Perchance in prayer or faith he swerved, Else how coidd guiltless champion quail, Or how the blessed ordeal fail ? XXII. ' His squire, who now De -Wilton saw As recreant doomed to suffer law, Repentant, owned in vain That while he had the scrolls in care A stranger maiden, passing fair. Had drenched him Avith a beverage rare; His words no faith could gain. With Clare alone he credence won. Who, rather than wed Marmion, Did to Saint Hilda's shrine repair. To give our house her livings fair And die a vestal votaress there. The impulse from the earth was given, But bent her to the paths of heaven. A purer heart, a lovelier maid, THE COURT. 237 Ne'er slicltcrcd Iier in Whitby's shade, No, not since Saxoii lOth'llk'd ; Only one trace of eartlily stain, That for her lover's loss She cherishes a sorrow vain. And inurniurs at the cross. — And then her heritai^e : — it ti,'OCS Along the banks of Tame; Peep fields of g-rain the reaper mows, In meadows rich the heifer lows. The falconer and huntsman knows Its woodlands for the o;ame. Shame were it to Saint Hilda dear, And I, her humble votaress here, Should do a deadly sin, Her temple spoiled before mine eyes, If this Mse Marmion such a prize By my consent should win ; Yet hath our boisterous monarch sworn That Clare shall from our house be torn, And grievous cause have I to fear Such mandate doth Lord Marmion bear. XXIII. * Now, prisoner, helpless, and betrayed To evil power, I claim thine aid. By every step that tlion hast trod To holy shrine and grotto dim, By every martyr's tortured limb. 238 MARMION. By angel, saint, and seraphim. And by the Church of God ! For mark : when Wilton was betrayed, And with his squire forged letters laid, She was, alas ! that sinful maid- By whom the deed was done, — Oh ! shame and horror to be said ! She was — a perjured nun ! No clerk in all the laud like her Traced quaint and varying character. Perchance you may a marvel deem, Tiiat Marmion's paramour — For such vile thing she was — should scheme Her lover's nuptial hour ; But o'er him thus she hoped to gain, As privy to liis honor's stain. Illimitable power. For this she secretly retained Each proof that might the plot reveal, Instructions with his hand and seal; And thus Saint Hikhi deigned, Tlirough sinners' perfidy impure. Her house's glory to secure And Clare's immortal weal. XXIV. "T were long and needless here to tell How to my hand these papers fell ; THE COURT. 239 With me they must not stay. Saint Hilda keep her abbess true ! Who knows wiiat outrage lie miglit do While journeying- by the way ? — blessed Saint, if" e'er again 1 venturous leave thy calm domain, To travel or by land or main, Deep penance may 1 pay ! — Now, saintly Palmer, mark my prayer: I "give this packet to thy care. For thee to stop they will not dare ; And oh ! with cantions speed To Wolsey's hand the papers bring, That he may show them to the king : And. for tliy well-earned meed, Thou holy man, at Whitby's shrine A weekly mass shall still be thine While priests can sing and read. — What ail'st thou ? — Speak ! ' — For as he took The charge a strong emotion shook His frame, and ere reply They heard a faint yet shrilly tone, Like distant clarion feebly blown, That on the breeze did die ; And loud the abbess shrieked in fear, ' Saint Withold, save us ! — AVIiat is here ! Look at yon City Cross ! See on its battled tower appear Phantoms, that scutcheons seem to rear And blazoned banners toss ! ' — 240 MARMION. XXV. Dun-Ed in's Cross, a pillared stone, Rose oil a turret octagon ; — But now is razed that monument, Whence royal edict rang, And voice of Scotland's law was sent In glorious trumpet-clang. Oh ! be his tomb as lead to lead Upon its dull destroyer's head ! — A minstrel's malison is said. — Then on its battlements they saw A vision, passing Nature's law. Strange, wild, and dimly seen ; Figures that seemed to rise and die. Gibber and sign, advance and fly. While nought confirmed could ear or eye Discern of sound or mien. Yet darkly did it seem as there Heralds and pursuivants prepare. With trumpet sound and blazon fair, A summons to proclaim ; But indistinct the pageant proud, As fancy forms of midnight cloud When flings the moon upon her shroud A wavering tinge of flame ; It flits, expands, and shifts, till loud, Prom midmost of the sp(;ctre crowd. This awful summons came : — THE COURT. 241 XXVI. ' Prince, prelate, potentate, and peer, Wliosc names I now shall call, Scottish or forcig-ner, give car ! Snbjccts of him who sent me here. At his tribunal to appear I summon one and all : I cite you by each deadly sin That e'er hath soiled your hearts within ; I cite you by each brutal lust That e'er defiled your earthly dust, — By wrath, by pride, by fear, By each o'ermastering- passion's tone, By the dark grave and dying groan ! When forty days are passed and gone, I cite you, at your monarch's throne To answer and appear.' — Then thundered forth a roll of names : — The first Avas thine, uidiappy James ! Then all thy nobles came ; CraAvford, Griencairn, Montrose, Argyle, Eoss, Bothwell, Forbes, Lennox, Lyle, — Why should I tell their separate style ? Each chief of birth and fame, Of Lowland, Highland, Border, Isle, Foredoomed to Flodden's carnage pile. Was cited there by name ; And Mai'mion, Lord of Fontenaye, 242 MARMION. Of Lutterward, and Scrivelbaye ; De Wilton, erst of Aberley, The self-same thundering voice did say. — Biit then another spoke : ' Thy fatal summons I deny And thine infernal lord defy, Appealing me to Him on high Who burst the sinner's yoke.' At that dread accent, with a scream, Parted the pageant like a dream, The summoncr was gone. Prone on her face the abbess fell, And fast, and fast, her beads did tell ; Her nuns came, startled by the yell, And found her there alone. She marked not, at the scene aghast, What time or how the Palmer passed. XXVII. Shift we the scene. — The camp doth move ; Dun-Edin's streets are empty now, Save when, for weal of those they love To pray the prayer and vow the vow, The tottering child, the anxious fair. The gray-haired sire, with pious care. To chapels and to shrines repair. — Where is the Palmer now ? and where The abbess, Marmion, and Clare ? — Bold Douglas ! to Tantallon fair THE COURT. 243 They journey in tliy cliarfi;e : Lord Mariiiioii rode on liis right hand, The Palmer still was with the band; Angus, like Lindesay, did command That none should roam at large. But in that Palmer's altered uiieu A wondrous change might now be seen ; Freely he spoke of war, OF marvels wrought by single liand When lifted for a native land, And still looked high, as if he planned Some desperate deed afar. His courser would he feed and stroke. And, tucking up his sable frock, Would first his mettle bold provoke. Then soothe or quell his pride. Old Hubert said that never one He saw, except Lord Marmion, A steed so fairly ride. XXVIII. Some half-hour's march behind there came. By Eustace governed fair, A troop escorting Hilda's dame, With all her nuns and (Uare. No audience had Lord Marmion sought; Ever he feared to aggravate Clara de Clare's suspicious hate ; And safer 't was, he thought. 244 MARMION. To wait till, from the nuns removed, The influence of kinsmen loved. And suit by Henry's self approved, Her slow consent had wrought. His was no flickering flame, that dies Unless when fanned by looks and sighs And lighted oft at lady's eyes ; He longed to stretch his wide command O'er luckless Clara's ample land : Besides, when Wilton with him vied, Although the pang of humbled pride The place of jealousy supplied. Yet conquest, by that meanness won He almost loathed to think upon. Led him, at times, to hate the cause Which made him burst through honor's laws. If e'er he loved, 't was her alone W^ho died within that vault of stone. XXIX. And now, when close at hand they saw North Berwick's town and lofty Law, Fitz-Eustace bade them pause awhile Before a venerable pile Whose turrets viewed afar The lofty Bass, the Lambie Isle, The ocean's peace or wai*. At tolling of a bell, forth came The convent's venerable dame, THE COURT. 245 And prayed Saint Hilda's abljcss rest With her, a loved and lionon'd guest, Till Doug-las should a bark prepare To waft her back to Whitby fair. Glad was the abbess, you may guess, And thanked the Scottish prioress ; And tedious were to tell, 1 ween, The courteous speech that passed between. O'erjoyed the nuns their palfreys leave; But when fair Clara did intend. Like them, from horseback to descend, Fitz-Eustace said : ' I grieve. Fair lady, grieve e'en from my heart. Such gentle company to part ; — Think not discourtesy. But lords' commands must be obeyed, And Marniion and the Douglas said That you must wend with me. Lord Marniion hath a letter broad, Which to the Scottish earl he showed, Coniniauding that beneath his care Without delay you shall repair To your good kinsman, Lord Fitz-Clare.' XXX. The startled abbess loud exclaimed ; But she at whom the blow was aimed Grew pale as death and cold as lead, — She deemed she heard her death-doom read. 246 MARMION. ' Cheer thee, my chihl ! ' the abbess said, ' They dare not tear tliee from my hand, To ride alone witli armed l)and.' — ' Nay, holy mother, nay,' Fitz-Eustace said, ' the lovely Clare Will be in Lady Angus' care, 111 Scotland while we stay ; And when we move an easy ride Will bring- us to the English side, Eemale attendance to provide Befitting Gloster's heir ; Nor thinks nor dreams my noble lord, By slightest look, or act, or word. To harass Lady Clare. Her faithful guardian he will be, Nor sue for slightest courtesy That e'en to stranger fulls, Till he shall place her safe and free Within her kinsman's halls.' He spoke, and blushed with earnest grace; His faith was painted on his face. And Clare's worst fear relieved. The Lady Abbess loud exclaimed On Henry, and the Douglas blamed, Entreated, threatened, grieved, To martyr, saint, and propliet prayed, Au-ainst Lord Marmion inveighed, And called the prioress to aid. To curse with candle, bell, and book. Her head the grave Cistertian shook : rilE COURT. HI 'The Douglas and tlio king,' she said, ' 111 their commands will be obeyed ; Grieve not, nor dream that harm can fall The maiden in Tantallon Hall.' XXXI. The abbess, seeing strife was vain. Assumed her wonted state again, — Eor much of state she had, — Composed her veil, and raised her head, And ' Bid,' in solenni voice she said, ' Thy master, bold antl bad. The records of his house turn o'er. And, Avhen he shall there written see That one of his own ancestry Drove the monks forth of Coventry, Bid hira his fate explore ! Prancing in pride of earthly trust, His charger hurled him to the dust. And, by a base plebeian thrust, He died his band before. God judge 'twixt Marmion and me ; • He is a chief of high degree. And I a poor recluse, Yet oft in holy writ we see Even such weak minister as me May the oppressor bruise ; For thus, inspired, did Judith slay The mighty in his sin, 248 MARMION. And Jael tlms, and Deborah' — Here hasty Blount broke in : ' Fitz-Eustace, we must niarcli our band. ; Saint Anton' fire thee ! wilt thou stand All day, Avith bonnet in thy hand, To hear the hidy preach ? By this good light ! if tlius we stay. Lord Maniiion for our fond delay Will sharper sermon teach. Come, don thy cap and mount thy horse ; Tlie dame must patience take perforce.' XXXII. ' Submit we then to force,' said Clare, 'But let this barbarous lord despair His purposed aim to win ; Let him take living, land, and life, But to be Marmion's wedded wife Li me were deadly sin : And if it be the king's decree That I must find no sanctuary , Li that inviolable dome Where even a homicide might come And safely rest his head. Though at its open portals stood, Thirsting to pour forth blood for blood, The kinsmen of the dead, Yet one asylum is my own Against the dreaded hour, — TUE COURT 249 A low, a silent, aiul ulouc, Where king's have little power. One victim is before me there. — Mother, your blessing, and in prayer Eemember yonr unhappy Clare ! ' Loud weeps the abbess, and bestows Kind blessings many a one ; 250 MARMION. Weeping and wailing loud arose, Round patient Clare, the clamorous woes Of every simple nun. His eyes the gentle Eustace dried, And scarce rude Blount the sight could bide. Then took the squire her rein, And gently led away her steed, And by each courteous word and deed To cheer her strove in vain. XXXIII. But scant three miles the band had rode, Wlien o'er a height they passed. And, sudden, close before thcni showed His towers Tantallon vast, Broad, massive, high, and stretching far, Aiul held impregnable in war. On a projecting rock they rose, And round three sides the ocean flows. The fourth did battled walls enclose And double mound and fosse. By narrow drawbridge, outworks strong. Through studded gates, an entrance long, To the main court they cross. It was a wide and stately square ; Around were lodgings fit and fair, And towers of various form. Which on the court projected far And broke its lines quadrangular. THE COURT. 251 Here was square keep, there turret liigli Or pimiaele that sout^'lit the sky, Wheiiec oft the wartU'r eoiihl desery The gathering ocean-storm. XXXIV. Here did they rest. — The princely care Of Douglas why should I declare, Or say they met reception fair? Or why the tidings say, AVIiich varying to Tantallou came, Ey hurrying posts or fleeter fame, With every varying day ? And, first, they heard King James had Avon Etall, and Wark, and Ford ; and then. That Noi-ham Castle strong was ta'en. At tiiat sore marvelled Marmion, And Douglas hoped his monareii's hand Would soon subdue Northumberland ; But whispered news there came, That while his host inactive lay, And melted by degrees away, King James was dallying off the day With Heron's wdy dame. Such acts to chronicles I yield ; Go seek them there and see : Mine is a tale of Flodden Field, And not a history. — At length they heard the Scottish host 25-2 MARMION. On that high ridge had made their post, Which frowns o'er Millfield Plain ; And that 1)ravc Surrey many a band Had gathered in the Southern land, And marched into Northumberland, And camp at Wooler ta'en. Marmion, like charger in the stall. That hears, without, the trumpet-call, Began to chafe and sweai- : — *A sorry thing to hide my head In castle, like a fearful maid. When such a field is near. Needs must I see this battle-day ; Death to my fame if such a fray Were fought, and Marmion away! The Douglas, too, I wot not why. Hath bated of his courtesy ; No longer in his halls I '11 stay : ' Then bade his band they should array For march against the dawning day. CANTO SIXTH. THE BATTLE. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SIXTH. TO RICHARD IIEBER, ESQ. Mertoun House, Christmas. Heap on more wood ! — tlie wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We '11 keep our Christmas merry still. Each ag-e has deemed the new-born year The fittest time for festal cheer: Even, heathen yet, the savage Dane At lol more deep the mead did drain, Hig-h on the beach his galleys drew. And feasted all his pirate crew ; Then in his low and pine-built hall, Where shields and axes decked the wall. They gorged iipon the half-dressed steer, Caroused in seas of saT)le beer. While round in brutal jest were thrown 356 MARMION. The half-gnawed rib and marrowbone, Or listened all in grim delight While scalds yelled out the joys of fight. Then forth in frenzy would they hie, While wildly loose their red locks fly, And danciiig round the blazing pile, They make such barbarous mirth the while As best might to the mind recall The boisterous joys of Odin's hall. And well our Christian sires of old Loved when the year its course had rolled. And brought blithe Christmas back again With all his hospitable train. Domestic and religious rite Gave honor to the holy night ; On Christmas eve the bells were rung. On Christmas eve the mass was sung : Tliat only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear. The damsel donned her kirtle sheen ; Tlie hall was dressed with holly green ; Forth to the wood did merry-men go, To gather in the mistletoe. Tiien opened wide the baron's hall To vassal, tenant, serf, and all ; Power laid his rod of rule aside, And Ceremony dolled his pride. The heir, with roses in his shoes. That night might village partner choose; INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SIXTH. 257 Tlu! lord, uu(lcrog-atiiiy the last Lord of Pranchemont. The iron chest is bolted hard, A huntsman sits its constant guard ; Around his neck his horn is hung. His hanger in his belt is slung ; Before his feet his bloodhounds lie : An 'twere not for his gloomy eye. Whose withering glance no heart can brook, As true a huntsman doth he look As bugle e'er in brake did sound, Or ever hallooed to a hound. To chase the fiend and win the prize In that same dungeon ever tries 263 M ARM ION. An aged neoromaiitic priest ; It is an hundred years at least Since 'twixt them first the strife begun, And neither yet has lost nor Avon. And oft the conjurer's words will make The stubborn demon groan and quake ; And oft the bands of iron break, Or bursts one lock that still amain, Fast as 't is opened, shuts again. That magic strife within the tomb May last until the day of doom, Unless the adept shall learn to tell The very word that clenched the spell When Franch'mont locked the treasure cell. An hundred years are passed and gone, And scarce three letters has he won. Such general superstition may Excuse for old Pitscottie say, Whose gossip history has given My song the messenger from heaven That warned, in LithgoAv, Scotland's king, Nor less the infernal summoning ; May pass the Monk of Durham's tale. Whose demon fought in Gothic mail ; May pardon plead for Pordmi grave. Who told of Gifford's Goblin-Cave. But why such instances to you, Who in an instant can renew Your treasured hoards of various lore. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SIXTH. 263 Aiul fiirnisli twenty tliotisaiid more? Hoards, not liko tlunrs wliose volumes rest Like treasures in the Fraucli'monI chest, While gripple owners still refuse To others what they cannot use ; Give them the priest's whole rcntury, They shall not spell you letters three, — Tlieir pleasure iu the books the same The magpie takes in pilfered gem. Thy volumes, opcni as thy heart, Delight, amusement, science, art, To every ear and eye impart ; Yet who, of all who thus employ them, Can like the owner's self enjoy them ? — But, hark ! I hear the distant drum ! The day of Flodden Field is come, — Adieu, dear Hebcr ! life and health, And store of literary wealth. CANTO SIXTH. THE BATTLE. I. While great events were on the gale, And each hour brought a varying tale, And the demeanor, changed and cold, Of Douglas fretted Marraion bold. And, like the impatient steed of war, He snuffed the battle from afar, And hopes were none that back again Herald sliould come from Terouenne, Where England's king in leaguer lay, Before decisive battle-day, — While these things were, the mournful Clare Did in the dame's devotions share ; For the good countess ceaseless prayed To Heaven and saints her sons to aid, And witli short interval did pass From prayer to book, from book to mass, And all in high baronial pride, — 266 MARMION. k life both dull and dignified : Yet, as Lord Marmiou nothing pressed Upon lier intervals of n^st, Dejected Clara well coidd bear The formal state, the lengthened prayer, Though dearest to her wounded heart Tliu hours that she might spend apart. II. I said Tantallon's dizzy steep Hung o'er the margin of the deep. Many a rude tower and rampart there Repelled the insult of the air, Which, when the tempest vexed the sky, Half breeze, half spray, came whistling by. Above the rest a turret square Did o'er its Gothic entrance bear, Of sculpture rude, a stony shield; The Bloody Heart Avas in the field. And in the chief three mullets stood, The cognizance of Douglas blood. The turret held a narrow stair. Which, mounted, gave you access where A parapet's embattled row Did seaward round the castle go. Sometimes in dizzy steps descending. Sometimes in narrow circuit bending, Sometimes in platform broad extending. THE BATTLE. 267 Its varyiuji; cirdc did coiiibiiio Bulwark, uiid bartizan, and line, And bastion, tower, and vantage-coign. Above tiu^ l)()oniiiig- ocean leant The far-projecting battlemcnit ; The billows burst in ceaseless flow Upon the precipice below. Where'er Tantallou faced the land, Gate-works and walls were strongly manned ; No need upon the sea-girt side : The steepy rock and frantic tide Approach of human step denied. And thus these lines and ramparts rude Were left in deepest solitude. III. And, for they were so lonely, Clare Would to these battlements repair, And muse upon her sorrows there, And list the sea-bird's cry. Or slow, like noontide gliost, would glide Along the dark-gray bulwarks' side, And ever on the heaving tide Look down with weary eye. Oft did the cliff and swelling main Recall the thoughts of Whitby's fane, — A home she ne'er might see again ; For she had laid adown, 268 MARMION. So Douglas Lade, the hood and veil. And frontlet of the cloister pale, And Benedictine gown : It were iinseenily sight, he said, A novice out of convent shade. — Now her bright locks with sunny glow Again adorned her brow of snow ; Her mantle rich, whose borders round A deep and fretted broidery bound. In golden foldings sought the ground ; Of holy ornament, alone Remained a cross with ruby stone ; And often did she look On that which in her hand she bore. With velvet bound and broidered o'er, Her breviary book. In such a place, so lone, so grim, At dawning pale or twilight dim. It fearful would have been To meet a form so richly dressed, With book in hand, and cross on breast. And such a woful mien. Pitz-Eustace, loitering with his bow, To practise on the gull and crow, Saw her at distance gliding slow. And did by Mary swear Some lovelorn fay she might have been, Or in romance some spell-bound queen. For ne'er in work-day world was seen A form so witching fair. TUE BATTLE. 269 IV. Once walking- thus at evening tide It elianced a gliding sail she spied, And sighing thought — ' The abbess there Perchance does to licr home repair ; Her peaceful rule, where Duty free Walks hand in hand with Charity, Where oft Devotion's tranced glow Can such a glimpse of heaven bestow That the enraptured sisters see High vision and deep mystery, — The very form of Hilda fair, Hovering upon the sunny air And smiling on her votaries' prayer. Oh ! wherefore to my duller eye Did still the Saint her form deny ? Was it that, seared by sinful scorn, My heart could neither melt nor burn ? Or lie my warm affections low With him that taught them first to glow? Yet, gentle abbess, well I knew To pay thy kindness grateful due. And well could brook the mild command That ruled thy simple maiden band. How different now, condemned to bide My doom from this dark tyrant's pride ! — But Marmion has to learn ere long- That constant mind and hate of wrong Descended to a feeble girl 270 MARMION. From Red de Clare, stout Gloster's Earl Of such a stem a sapling weak, He ne'er shall bend, altliough he break. ' But see ! — what makes this armor here ? ' — For in her path there lay- Targe, corselet, helm ; — she viewed them near. • ' The breastplate pierced ! — Ay, much I fear, Weak fence wert thou 'gainst foeman's spear, That hath made fatal entrance here, As these dark blood-gouts say. — Thus Wilton ! — Oh ! not corselet's ward, Not truth, as diamond pure and hard. Could be thv manlv bosom's guard On yon disastrous day ! ' — She raised her eyes in mournful mood, — AVilton himself before her stood ! It might have seemed his passing ghost. For every youthful grace Avas lost, And joy unwonted and surprise Gave their strange wildness to his eves. — Expect not, noble dames and lords, That I can tell such scene in words : Wliat skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues. Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven ? 272 MARMION. Far less can my weak line declare Each clianging- passion's shade : Brightening to rapture from despair, SoiTOw, surprise, and pity there. And joy witli her angelic air, And hope that paints the future fair. Their varying hues displayed ; Each o'er its rival's ground extending, Alternate conquering, shifting, blending, Till all fatigued the conflict yield, And mighty love retains the field. Shortly I tell what then he said, By many a tender word delayed. And modest blush, and l)ursting sigh, And question kind, and Ibnd reply : — VI. DE WILTON's history. ' Forget we that disastrous day When senseless in the lists I lay. Thence dragged, — but how I cannot know. For sense and recollection fled, — I found me on a pallet low Within my ancient beadsman's shed. Austin, — remembcr'st thou, my Clare, How thou didst blush when the old man, When first our infant love began, Said we would make a matchless pair ? — THE BATTLE. 273 Menials and friends and kinsmen fled From the dco-raded traitor's bed, — He only held my burning head, And tended me for many a day While wounds and fever held their sway. But far more needful was his care When sense returned to wake despair ; For I did tear the closing wound, And dash me frantic on the ground, If e'er I heard the name of Clare. At length, to calmer reason brought, Much by his kind attendance wrought. With him I left my native strand. And, in a palmer's weeds arrayed. My hated name and form to shade, I journeyed many a land. No more a lord of rank and birth, But mino'led with tlie dregs of earth. Oft Austin for my reason feared, When I would sit, and deeply brood On dark revenge and deeds of blood. Or wild mad schemes upreared. My friend at length fell sick, and said God would remove him soon ; And while upon his dying bed He begged of me a boon — If e'er my deadliest enemy Beneath my brand shoukl conquered lie. Even then my mercy should awake And spare his life for Austin's sake. 274 MARMION. VII. ' Still restless as a second Cain, To Scotland next my route was ta'en, Full well the paths I knew. Fame of ray fate made various sound, That death in pilgrimage I found. That I had perished of my wound, — None cared which tale was true ; And living eye could never guess De Wilton in his palmer's dress. For now that sable slough is shed, And trimmed my shaggy beard and head, I scarcely know me in the glass. A chance most wondrous did provide That I should be that baron's guide — I will not name his name ! — Vengeance to God alone belongs ; But, when I think on all my wrongs. My blood is liquid flame ! And ne'er the time shall I forget When, in a Scottish hostel set, Dark looks we did exchange : What Avere his thoughts I cannot tell, But in my bosom mustered Hell Its plans of dark revenge. VIII. ' A word of vulgar augury That broke from me, I scarce knew why. THE BATTLE. 275 Brought, on a village tale, Which wroun-ht upon his moody sprite, And sent him armed forth by night. I borrowed steed and mail And weapons from his sleeping band ; And, passing from a postern door. We met and 'countered, hand to hand, — He fell on Gifford-moor. For the death-stroke my brand I drew, — Oh ! then my helmed head he knew. The palmer's cowl was gone, — Then had three inches of my blade The heavy debt of vengeance paid, — My hand the thought of Austin stayed ; I left him there alone. — O good old man ! even from the grave Thy spirit could thy master save : If I had slain my foeman, ne'er Had Whitby's abbess in her fear Given to my hand this packet dear. Of power to clear my injured fame And vindicate De Wilton's name. — Perchance you heard the abbess tell Of the strange pageantry of hell That broke our secret speech — It rose from the infernal shade, Or featly was some juggle played, A tale of peace to teach. Appeal to Heaven I judged was best When my name came among the rest. 276 MARMION. IX. ' Now liere within Tantalloii hold To Douglas late my tale I told. To whom my house Avas known of old. Won by my proofs, his falchion bright This eve anew shall dub me knight. These were the arms that once did turn The tide of fight on Ottcrburne, And Harry Hotspur forced to yield When the Dead Douglas won the field. These Angus gave — his armorer's care Ere morn shall every breach repair ; Por nought, he said, was in his halls But ancient armor on the walls. And aged chargers in the stalls, And women, priests, and gray-haired men ; The rest were all in Twiscl glen. And now I watch my armor here, Ey law of arms, till midnight's near; Then, once again a belted knight. Seek Surrey's camp with dawn of light. X. ' There soon again we meet, my Clare ! This baron means to guide thee there : Douglas reveres his king's command, Else would he take thee from his band. THE BATTLE. 277 And tliore thy kiiisman Surrey, too, Will give l)e Wilton justiee (lue. Now raeetcr far for martial broil, Fii-inor my limbs and strung by toil. Once more' — ' O Wilton ! must we then Eisk new-found happiness again, Trust fate of arms once more ? And is there not an humble glen Where we, content and poor, Might build a cottage in the shade, 278 MARMION. A shepherd thou, and I to aid Thy task on dale and moor ? — That reddening brow ! — too well I know Not even thy Chire can peace bestow While falsehood stains thy name : Go then to fi2,-ht ! Clare bids thee s;o ! Clare can a warrior's feelings knoAV And weep a warrior's shame, Can Eed Earl Gilbert's spirit feel. Buckle the spurs upon thy heel And belt tliee witli thv brand of steel. And send thee forth to fame ! ' XI. That night upon the roeks and bay The midnight moonbeam slumbering lay. And poured its silver light and pure Through loophole and through endjrasure Upon Tantallon tower and hall ; But chief wliere arched windows wide Illuminate the chapel's pride The sober glances fall. Much was there need ; though seamed with scars, Two veterans of the Douglas' wars. Though two gray priests were tliere. And each a blazing torch held high. You could not by tlieir blaze descry The chapel's carving fair. Amid that dim and smoky light, Checkering the silvery moonshine bright, THE BATTLE. 279 A bishop by tlio altar stood, A noble lord ol" Douglas blood, With mitre sheen and rochet white. Yet showed his meek and thoughtful eye But little pride of prelacy ; More pleased that in a barbarous age He gave rude Scotland Virgil's page Than that beneath his rule he held The bishopric of fixir Dunkeld. . Beside hiui ancient Angus stood, Doft'ed his furred gown and sable hood ; O'er his huge form and visage pale He wore a cap and shirt of mail, And leaned his large and wrinkled hand Upon the huge and sweeping brand Which wont of yore in battle fray His foeman's limbs to shred away, As wood-knife lops the sapling spray. He seemed as, from the tombs around Rising at judgment-day, Some giant Douglas may be found In all his old array ; So pale his face, so huge his limb, So old his arms, his look so grim. XII. Then at the altar Wilton kneels, And Clare the spurs boinul on his heels ; And think what next he must have felt At buckling of the falchion belt ! 280 MARMION. And judge how Clara changed her hue While fastening- to her lover's side A friend, which, thoiigh in danger tried. He once had found untrue ! Then Douglas strnek him with his blade: ' Saint Michael and Saint Andrew aid, I dub thee knight. Arise, Sir lltdjih, De Wilton's heir! For king, for church, for huly fair. See that thou figlit.' And Bishop Gawain, as he rose. Said : ' Wilton ! grieve not for thv woes. Disgrace, and trouble ; For He who honor best bestows May give thee double.' De Wilton sobbed, for sob he must : ' Where'er I meet a Douglas, trust That Douglas is my brother ! ' 'Nay, nay,' old Angus said, ' not so; To Surrey's camp thou now must go. Thy Avrongs no longer smother. 1 have two sons in yonder field ; And, if thou meet'st them under shield, Upon them bravely — do tliy worst, And foul fall him that blenches first ! ' XIII. Not far advanced was morning day When Marmion did his troop array To Surrey's camp to ride; THE BATTLE. 281 He had safe-conduct for liis band Beneath the royal seal ami hand, And Douglas gave a guide. The ancient earl Avith stately grace Would Clara on her palfrey place, And whispered in an undertone, ' Let the hawk stoop, his prey is Hown.' The train from out the castle drew, But Marniion stopped to bid adieu: 'Though something I might plain,' he said, ' Of cohl respect to stranger guest, Sent hither by your king's behest, While in Tantallon's towers I stayed, Part we in friendship from your land. And, noble earl, receive my hand.' — But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke : — ' My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open at my sovereign's will To eacli one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone. Prom turret to foundation-stone — The hand of Douglas is his own. And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.' XIV. Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire And shook his very frame for ire, 283 MARMION. And — •' This to me ! ' he said, 'An 't were not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head ! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate ; And, Douglas, more I tell thee here. Even in thy pitch of pride. Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, — Nay, never look upon your lord. And lay your hands upon your sword, — I tell thee, thou 'rt defied ! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied ! ' On the earl's cheek the flush of rase O'ercame the ashen hue of age : Fierce he broke forth, — ' And darest thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall ? And hopest thou hence unscathed to go ? — No, by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no ! Up drawbridge, grooms — what, warder, ho ! Let the portcullis f^ill.' — Lord Marmion turned, — well was his need, — And dashed the rowels in his steed. Like arrow through the archway sprung, 284 HARM ION. Tlie ponderous grate bcliind him rung ; To pass there was sucli scanty room, The bars descending razed liis plume. XV. The steed along the drawbridge flies Just as it trembled on the rise ; Not lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lake's level brim : And when Lord Marmiou reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. ' Horse ! horse ! ' the Douglas cried, ' and chase ! ' But soon he reigned his fury's pace : ' A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name. — A letter forged ! Saint Jude to speed ! Did ever knight so foul a deed ? At first in heart it liked me ill When the king praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine, Save GaAvain, ne'er could pen a line ; So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'T is pity of him too,' he cried : THE BATTLE. ' Bold can he speak and fairly ritlc, 1 warrant liini a warrior tried.' With this his mandate he recalls, And slowly seeks his castle halls. XVI. The day in Marinion's journey wore ; Yet, ere his passion's gust was o'er, They crossed the heights of Stanrig-moor. 285 His troop more closely there he scanned. And missed the Palmer from the band. ' Palmer or not,' young Blount did say, ' He parted at the peep of day ; Good sooth, it was in strange array.' ' In what array ? ' said Marraion quick. 286 MARMION. ' My lord, I ill can spell the trick ; But all night long with clink and bang Close to ray couch did hannncrs clang ; At daAvn the falling drawbridge rang, And from a loophole while I peep, Old Bell-the-Cat came from the keep, Wrapped in a gown of sables fair. As fearful of the morning air ; Beneath, when that was blown aside, A rusty shirt of mail I spied, By Archibald won in bloody work Against the Saracen and Turk : Last night it hung not in the hall ; I thought some marvel would befall. And next I saw them saddled lead Old Cheviot forth, the carl's best steed, A matchless horse, though something old, Prompt in his paces, cool and bold. I heard the Sheriff Sholto say The earl did much the IMaster pray To use him on the battle-day. But he preferred ' — ' Nay, Henry, cease ! Thou sworn horse-courser, hold thy peace. ■ Eustace, thou bear'st a brain — I pray. What did Blount sec at break of day ? ' — XVII. ' In brief, my lord, we both descried — For then I stood by Henry's side — THE BATTLE. 287 The Palmer mount and outwards ride Upon the curl's own favorite; steed. All sheathed he was in armor bright, And much resembled that same knight Subdued by you in Cotswokl fight ; Lord Angus wished him speed.' — The instant that Fitz-Eustace spoke, A sudden light on Marmion broke : — ' Ah ! dastard fool, to reason lost ! ' He muttered ; ' 'T was nor fay nor ghost I met upon the moonlight Avoid, But living man of earthly mould. — O dotage blind and gross ! Had I but fought as wont, one thrust Had laid De Wilton in the dust, My path no more to cross. — How stand Ave uoav ? — he told liis tale To Douglas, and Avith some avail ; 'T was therefore gloomed his rugged broAv. — Will Surrey dare to entertain 'Gainst Marmion charge disproved and A-ain ? Small risk of that, I trow. Yet Clare's sharp questions must I shun, Must separate Constance from the nun — Oh ! what a tangled Aveb Ave Aveave When first A\^e practise to deceive ! A Palmer too ! — no Avonder Avhy I felt rebuked beneath his eye ; I might haA^e known there aa^ts but one Whose look could quell Lord Marmion.' 288 MARMION. XVIII. Stung with these thoughts, he urged to speed His troop, and reached at eve the Tweed, Where Lennel's convent closed their march. — There now is left but one frail arch, Yet mourn thou not its cells ; Our time a fair exchange has made : Hard by, in hospitable shade, A reverend pilgrim dwells, Well worth the whole Bernardine brood That e'er wore sandal, frock, or hood. — Yet did Saint Bernard's abbot there Give Marmiou entertainment fair, And lodging for liis train and Clare. Next morn the baron climbed the tower, To view afar the Scottish power, Encamped on Plodden edge ; The white pavilions made a show Like remnants of the winter snow Along the dusky ridge. Long Marraion looked : — at length his eye Unusual movement might descry Amid the shifting lines ; The Scottish host drawn out appears, For, flashing on the hedge of spears. The eastern sunbeam shines. Their front now deepening, now extending, Their flank inclining, wheeling, bending, Now drawing back, and now descending. THE BATTLE. 289 The skilful Miinriiou well could know Tliey wutelied the motions' of some foe Who traversed on the plain below. XIX. Even so it was. From Flodden ridge The Scots beheld the English host Leave r>armore-wood, their evening post, And heedful watched them as they crossed The Till by Twisel Bridge. High sight it is and haughty, while They dive into the deep defile; Beneath the caverned cliff they fall, Beneath the castle's airy wall. By rock, by oak, by hawthorn-tree, Troop after troop are disappearing ; Troop after troop their banners rearing Upon the eastern bank you see ; Still pouring down the rocky den Where Hows the sullen Till, And rising from the ilim-wood glen, Standards on standards, men on men, In slow succession still, And sweeping o'er the Gothic arch, And pressing on, in ceaseless march. To gain the opposing hill. That morn, to many a trumpet clang, Twisel 1 thy rock's deep echo rang ; And many a chief of birth and rank, 290 M ARM I ON. Saint Helen ! at thy fountain drank. Thy hawthorn glade, which now we see In spring-tide bloom so lavishly, Had then from many an axe its doom, To give the marching columns room. XX. And why stands Scotland idly now, Dark Floddeu ! on tliy airy brow, Since England gains the pass the while. And struggles through the deep defile ? What checks the fiery soid of James ? Why sits that champion of the- dames Inactive on his steed. And sees, between him and his land. Between him and Tweed's southern strand. His host Lord Surrey lead ? What vails the vain knight-errant's brand ? - O Douglas, for thy leading wand ! Fierce Eaudolph, for thy speed ! Oh ! for one hour of Wallace wio-ht. Or well-skilled Bruce, to rule the fight And cry, ' Saint Andrew and our right ! ' Another sight had seen that morn, From Fate's chirk book a leaf been torn. And Flodden liad been Bannockbourne ! — The precious hour has passed in vain, And England's host has gained the plain. THE BATTLE. 291 Whccliiiii; tluiir iiiarHi and cirflins: still Around the base of Eloddcu hill. XXI. Ere yet the bauds met Marniion's eye, Fitz-Eustacc shouted loud and hit^h, ' Hark ! hark ! my lord, an English drum ! And see ascending squadrons come Between Tweed's river and the hill, Foot, horse, and cannon ! Hap what hap. My basnet to a prentice cap, Lord Surrey 's o'er the Till ! — Yet more ! yet more I — how fair arrayed They file from out the hawthorn shade, And sweep so gallant by ! With all their banners bravely spread, And all their armor flashing high, Saint George might waken from the dead, To see fair England's standards fly.' — ' Stint in thy prate,' quoth Blount, ' thou 'dst best, And listen to our lord's behest.' — • With kindling brow Lord Marmion said, ' This instant be our band arrayed ; The river must be quickly crossed, That we may join Lord Surrey's host. If fio-ht Kinsr James, — as well I trust That fight he will, and fight he must, — The Lady Clare behind our lines Shall tarry while the battle joins.' 292 MARMION. XXII. Himself he swift on horseback threw, Scarce to the abbot bade adieu, Far less would listen to his prayer To leave behind the helpless Clare. Down to the Tweed his band he drew, And muttered as the flood they view, 'The pheasant in the falcon's claw, He scarce will yield to please a daw ; Lord Angus may the abbot awe. So Clare shall bide with me.' Then on that dangerous ford and deep Where to the Tweed Leafs eddies creep He ventured desperately : And not a moment will he bide Till squire or groom before him ride ; Headmost of all he stems the tide. And stems it gallantly. Eustace held Clare upon her horse, Old Hubert led her rein, Stoutly they braved the current's course, And, though far downward driven perforce, The southern bank they gain. Behind them straggling came to shore. As best they might, the train : Each o'(!r his head his yew-bow bore, A caution not in vain ; Deep need that day that every string. By wet unharmed, should sharply ring. THE BATTLE. 293 A nioineiit (licii Lord Mariiiiou stayed, And breathed liis steed, liis men arrayed, Then lorward moved his band, Until, Lord Snrri'v's rear-guard won, He halted bv a cross of stone. That on a hillock standing- lone Did all tlie lield command. XXIII. Hence might they see the full array Of either host for deadly fray ; Their marshalled lines stretched east and west, And fronted north and south, And distant salutation passed Prom the loud cannon mouth ; Not in the close successive rtittle That bi'eathes the voice of modern battle, But slow and far between. The hillock gained. Lord Marmion stayed : ' Here, by this cross,' he gently said, ' You well may view the scene. Here shalt thou tarry, lovely Clare : Oh ! think of Marmion in thy prayer ! — Thou wilt not? — well, no less my care Shall, watchful, for thy weal prepare. — You, Blount and Eustace, are her guard, With ten picked archers of my train ; With England if the day go hard, To Berwick speed amain. — 294 MARMION. 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 tlie discontented look Prom either squire, but spurred amain. And, dashing through the battle-plain, His way to Surrey took. XXIV. ' The good Lord Marraion, 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, With Brian Tunstall, stainless knight ; Lord Dacre, with his horsemen light, Shall be in rearward of the fight. And succor those that need it most. Now, gallant Marmion, well I know, Woidci gladly to the vanguard go ; Edmund, the Admiral, Tunstall there. With thee their charge will blithely share ; There fight thine own retainers too Beneath De Burg, thy steward true.' ' Thanks, noble Surrey ! ' Marmion said. THE BATTLE. 295 Nor fuvtliev greeting tlieve lie paid, But, parting" like a tliunderbolt. First in the vanguard made a halt, Where sufh a sliout there rose Of ' Marniiuu ! Marniion ! ' that tlie cry, Up Flodden mountain shrilling high, Startled the Scottish foes. XXV. Blount and Fitz-Eustacc rested still With Lady Clare upon the hill, On which — for far the day was spent — The Avestern sunbeams now were bent ; The cry they heard, its meaning knew. Could plain their distant comrades view Sadly to Blount did Eustace say, ' Unworthy office here to stav ! No hope of gilded spurs to-day. — But see ! look up — on Flodden bent The Scottish foe has fired his tent.' And sudden, as he spoke. From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to tlie banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Voluraed and vast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minsti'cl tone, 296 MARMION. Announced their march ; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum. Told England, from his mountain-throne Kins: 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 Avith lance's thrust ; And such a yell Avas there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth. And fiends in upper air ; Oh ! life and death were in the shout, Kecoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair. Long looked the anxious squires ; their eye Coidd in the darkness nought descry. XXVI. At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast ; And first the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears, And in the smoke the pennons flew. As in the storm the Avhite seamcAv. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war. THE BATTLE. 297 And plumed crests of clilcftaiiis brave Floidiiig' like foam u})Oii the wave ; l?ut nought distinct they see : Wide raged the battle on the plain ; Spears shook and falchions flashed amain ; Fell England's arrow-flight like rain ; Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Wild and disorderly. Amid the scene of tumult, high They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly ; And stainless Tunstall's banner veliite, And Edmund Howard's lion bright, Still bear them bravely in the fight, Although against them come Of gallant Gordons many a one. And many a stubborn Badenoch-man, And many a rugged Border clan, With Huntlv and with Home. XXVII. Far on the left, unseen the while, Stanley broke Lennox and Argyle, Though there the western mountaineer Rushed with bare bosom on the spear, And flung the feeble targe aside, And with both hands the broadsword plied. 'T was vain. — ■ But Fortune, on the right. With fickle smile cheered Scotland's fight. 298 HARM I ON. Then fell that spotless banner white, The Howard's lion fell ; Yet still Lord Marrnion's falcon flew With wavering- flight, Avhile fiercer grew Around the battle-yell. The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered mid the foes. No longer Blount the view could bear : ' By heaven and all its saints ! I swear I will not see it lost ! Fitz-Eustace, you with Lady Clare May bid your beads and patter prayer, — I gallop to the host.' And to the fray he rode amain, Followed by all the archer train. The fiery youth, with desperate charge. Made for a space an opening large, — The rescued banner rose, — But darkly closed the war around. Like pine-tree rooted from the ground It sank among the foes. Then Eustace mounted too, — yet stayed. As loath to leave the helpless maid. When, fast as shaft can fly. THE BATTLE. 299 Bloodshot his oyos, liis nostrils spiT.ad, The loose rein diuiiilinf^- from his head, Housing and saddle bloody red, Lord Marmion's steed rushed by ; And Eustace, raaddening; at the sight, A look and sign to Clara cast To mark he would return in haste, Then plunged into the fight. 300 MARMION. XXVIII. Ask me not what the maiden feels, Left in that dreadful honr alone : Perchance her reason stoops or reels ; Perchance a courage, not her own. Braces her mind to desperate tone. — The scattered van of England wheels ; — She only said, as loud in air The tumult roared, ' Is Wilton there ? ' — Tiiey fly, or, maddened by despair, Pight but to die, — ' Is Wilton there ? ' With that, straight up the hill there rode Two horsemen drenched with core. And in their arms, a helpless load, A wounded knight they bore. His hand still strained the broken brand ; His arms were smeared with blood and sand. Dragged from among the horses' feet. With dinted shield and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone. Can that be haughty Marmion ! . . . Young Blount his armor did unlace, And, gazing on his ghastly face. Said, ' By Saint George, he 's gone ! That spear-wound has our master sped, And see the deep cut on his head 1 Good-night to Marmion.' — ' Unnurtured Blount ! thy brawling cease : He opes his eyes,' said Eustace ; ' peace ! ' THE BATTLE. 3U1 XXIX. When, doffed his casque, lie felt free air, Around gan Mariniou wihlly stare : ' Where 's Harry Blount ? Fitz-Eustace where ? Linger ye here, ye hearts of liarc ! Redeem my pennon, — charge again ! Cry, " Marmion to the rescue ! " — Vain ! Last of my race, on battle-plain That shout shall ne'er be heard again ! — Yet my last thought is England's — Hy, To Dacrc bear my signet-ring ; Tell him his squadrons up to bring. — Eitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie : Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His lifeblood stains the spotless shield ; Edmund is down ; my life is reft ; The Admiral alone is left. Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Eull upon Scotland's central host. Or victory and England 's lost. — Must I bid twice ? — heucc, varlets ! fly ! — Leave Marmion here alouc — to die.' They parted, and alone he lay ; Clare drew her from the sight away. Till pain wrung forth a lowly moan, And half he murmured, ' Is there none Of all my halls have nurst. Page, squire, or groom, one cup to bring 303 MARMION. Of blessed water from the spring, To slake my dying thirst ! ' XXX. Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, co}^ and hard to please. And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspeu made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When with the baron's casque the maid • To the nigh streamlet ran : Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears ; The plaintive voice alone she hears, Sees but the dying man. She stooped her by the runnel's side. But in abliorrence backward drew; For, oozing from the mountain's side Where raged the war, a dark-red tide Was curdling in the streamlet blue. Where shall she turn ? — behold her mark A little fountain cell. Where water, clear as diamond-spark. In a stone basin fell. Above, some half-worn letters say, IDrtnlv. torarg. pilflvim. Urink. nnB. iirag. Sax. tijc. lunD. soul. of. Sibyl. (Srru. fflHi)0. tuilt. tl)is. cross, anti. bjcll. She filled the helm and back she hied. THE BATTLE. 303 And with surprise and joy espied A monk supporting; MaTuiion's head ; A pious man, whom duty brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. XXXI. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And, as she stooped his brow to lave — ' Is it the hand of Clare,' he said, ' Or injured Constance, bathes my head ? ' Then, as remembrance I'ose, — ' Speak not to me of shrift or prayer ! I must redress her woes. Short space, few words, are mine to spare ; Forgive and listen, gentle Clare ! ' — ' Alas ! ' she said, ' the while, — Oh ! think of your immortal weal ! In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She — died at Holy Isle.' — Lord Marmion started from the ground As light as if he felt no wound, Though in the action burst the tide In torrents from his wounded side. ' Then it was truth,' he said — ' I knew That the dark presage must be true. — I would the Fiend, to whom belongs The vengeance due to all her wrongs. Would spare me but a day ! a04 MARMION. Por wasting fire, and dying" groan, And priests slain on tlie altar stone, Might bribe hira for delay. It may not be ! — this dizzy trance — Curse on yon base marauder's lance, And doubly cursed my failing brand ! A sinful heart makes feeble hand.' Then fainting down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling monk. XXXII. With fruitless labor Clara bound And strove to stanch the gushing wound ; The monk with unavailing cares Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, ' In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying ! ' So the notes rung. — ' Avoid thee, Piend ! — with cruel hand Shake not the dying sinner's sand ! — Oh ! look, my son, upon yon sign Of the Redeemer's grace divine ; Oh ! think on faith and bliss ! — By many a death-bed I have been, And many a sinner's parting seen, 306 MARMION. But never auglit like this.' — The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale. And ' Stanley ! ' was the cry. — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And tired his glazing eye ; With dying hand above his head He shook the fragment of his blade. And shouted ' Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! ' ' Were the last words of Marraion. XXXIII. By this, though deep the evening fell, Still rose the battle's deadly swell. For still the Scots around their king, Unbroken, fought in desperate ring. Where 's now their victor vaward wing. Where Huntly, and where Home ? — Oh ! for a blast of that dread horn. On Fontarabian echoes borne, That to King Charles did come. When Eowland brave, and Olivier, And every paladin and peer. On Roncesvalles died ! Such blasts might warn them, not in vain, To quit the plundijr of the slain And turn the doubtful day again. While yet on Flodden side Afar the Eoyal Standard flies, THE BATTLE. 307 And roniid it toils .and hlccds and dies Our Caledonian pride ! In vain the wish — for far away, While spoil and havoc mark their way, Near Sibyl's Cross the plunderers stray. — • lady,' cried the monk, ' away ! ' And placed her on her steed. And led her to the chapel fair Of Tilraouth upon Tweed. There all the night they spent in prayer. And at the dawn of morning there She met her kinsman, Lord Fitz-Clare. XXXIV. But as they left the darkening heath More desperate grew the strife of death. The English shafts in volleys hailed. In headlong charge their horse assailed ; Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow. Though charging knights like whirlwinds go. Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable Avood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell. 308 MARMION. No thought was there of dastard flight ; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight. As fearlessly and well, Till utter darkness closed her wina: O'er their thin host and wounded king. Then skilful Surrey's sage commands Led back from strife his shattered bands ; And from the charge they drew, As mountain- waves from wasted lands Sweep back to ocean blue. Then did their loss his foemen know ; Their king, their lords, their mightiest low. They melted from the field, as snow, When streams are swoln and south winds blow. Dissolves in silent dew. Tweed's echoes heard the ceaseless plash. While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash. To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Plodden's dismal tale. And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that Avail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! THE BATTLE. 309 XXXV. Day dawns upon the mountain's side, — There, Scotland ! lay thy bravest pride, Chiefs, knights, and nohles, many a one ; Tlie sad survivors all are gone. — View not that corpse nustrustfuliy, Defaced and mangled though it be ; Nor to yon Border castle high Look northward with upbraiding eye ; Nor cherish hope in vain That, journeying far on foreign strand. The Koyal Pilgrim to his laud May yet return again. He saw the wreck his rashness wrought ; Reckless of life, he desperate fought, And fell on Flodden plain : And well in death his trusty brand, Firm clenched Avithin his manly hand, Beseemed the monarcli slain. But oh ! how changed since yon blithe night ! — Gladly I turn me from the sight Unto my tale again. XXXVI. Short is my tale : — Fitz-Eustace' care A pierced and mangled body bare To moated Lichfield's lofty pile ; And there, beneath the southern aisle, A tomb with Gothic sculpture fair 310 MARMION. Did long Lord Marmioii's image bear. — Now vainly ibr its site yon look ; 'T was levelled when fanatic Brook The fair cathedral stormed and took, But, thanks to Heaven and good Saint Chad, A guerdon meet the spoiler had ! — There erst was martial Marmion found, His feet upon a couchant hound, His hands to heaven upraised ; And all around, on scutcheon rich, And tablet carved, and fretted niche, His arms and feats were blazed. And yet, though all was carved so fair, And priest for Marmion breathed the prayer, The last Lord Marmion lay not there. Prom Ettrick woods a peasant swain Followed his lord to Flodden plain, — One of those flowers whom plaintive lay In Scotland mourns as ' wede away : ' Sore wounded, Sibyl's Cross he spied. And dragged him to its foot, and died Close by the noble Marmion's side. The spoilers stripped and gashed the slain, And thus their corpses were mista'en ; And thus in the proud baron's tomb The lowly woodsman took the room. XXXVII. Less easy task it were to show Lord Marmion's nameless grave and low. THE BATTLE. ail They clu^ his grave e'en where he lay, But every mark is g-one : Time's Avasting hand has done away The simple Cross of Sibyl Grey, And broke her font of stone ; 313 MARMION. But yet from out the little hill Oozes the slender springlet still. Oft halts the stranger there, For thence may best his curious eye The memorable field descry ; And shepherd boys repair To seek the water-flag- and rush, And rest them by the hazel bush, And plait their garlands fair, Nor dream they sit upon the grave That holds the bones of Marmion brave. — When thou shalt find the little hill, "With thy heart commune and be still. If ever in temptation strong Thou left'st the right path for the wrong, If every devious step thus trod Still led thee further from the road, Dread thou to speak presmnptuous doom On noble Marmion's lowly tomb ; But say, ' He died a gallant knight. With sword in hand, for England's right.' XXXVIII. I do not rhyme to that dull elf Who cannot image to himself That all through Flodden's dismal night Wilton was foremost in the fight, That when brave Surrey's steed was slain 'T was Wilton mounted him again ; THE BATTLE. 313 'T was Wilton's brand that deepest hewed Amid the spearmen's stubborn wood : Unnamed by Holinshcd or Hall, Ho was the livinj;' soul of all ; That, after fight, his faith made plain, He won his rank and lands again, And charged his old paternal shield With bearings won on Flodden Field. Nor sing I to that simple maid To whom it must in terms be said That king and kinsmen did agree To bless fair Clara's constaney ; Who cannot, unless I relate, Paint to her mind the bridal's state, — Tliat Wolsey's voice the blessing spoke. More, Sands, and Denny, passed the joke ; That bluff King Hal the curtain drew, And Katherine's hand the stocking threw; And afterwards, for many a day. That it was held enough to say. 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