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He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,“Now tread we a measure !
So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, “ 'Twere better by far To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."
One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady 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
There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they
There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lee,
NEXT morn the Baron climbed the tower
Along the dusky ridge. Long Marmion looked ;-at length his eye Unusual movement might descry,
Amid the shifting lines: The Scottish host drawn out
appears, For, flashing on the edge of spears,
The Eastern sunbeam shines. Their front now deepening, now extending; Their flank inclining, wheeling, bending, Now drawing back, and now descending, The skilful Marmion well could know, They watched the motions of some foe, Who traversed on the plain below.
Even so it was ;—from Flodden ridge
The Scots beheld the English host
And heedful watched them as they crossed
By rock, by oak, by hawthorn tree, Troop after troop are disappearing;
Troop after troop their banners rearing,
Upon the eastern bank you see.
Where flows the sullen Till,
In slow succession still,
To gain the opposing hill.
And why stands Scotland idly now,
Inactive on his steed,
His host Lord Surrey lead ? What 'vails the vain knight-errant's brand ? O, Douglas, for thy leading wand !
Fierce Randolph, for thy speed ! O for one hour of Wallace wight, Or well-skilled Bruce, to rule the fight, And cry—“Saint Andrew and our right!"
Another sight had seen that morn,
Ere yet the bands met Marmion's eye,
Between Tweed's river and the hill,
And sweep so gallant by!
And all their armour flashing high,
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 fight King 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.” Himself he swift on horseback threw, Scarce to the Abbot bade adieu,
Far less would listen to his prayer,
“The pheasant in the falcon's claw, He scarce will yield to please a daw : Lord Angus may the Abbot awe,
So Clare may bide with me."
And stems it gallantly.
Old Herbert led her rein,
The Southern bank they gain; Behind them, straggling, came to shore,
As best they might, the train; Each o'er his head his yew-bow bore,
A caution not in vain;
Then forward moved his band,
Did all the field command.