His foeman's scutcheon tied. Place, nobles, for the Falcon-Knight! Room, room, ye gentles gay, For him who conquer'd in the right, Marmion of Fontenaye!" XIII. Then stepp'd to meet that noble Lord, He led Lord Marmion to the deas, Raised o'er the pavement high, "How the fierce Thirwalls, and Ridleys all, Stout Willimondswick, And Hardriding Dick, And Hughie of Hawdon, and Will o' the Have set on Sir Albany Featherstonhaugh, For lady's suit, and minstrel's strain, XIV. "Now, good Lord Marmion," Heron says, "Of your fair courtesy, I pray you bide some little space In this poor tower with me. Here may you keep your arms from rust, The Scots can rein a mettled steed; And love to couch a spear;- I pray you, for your lady's grace !" 1 See Appendix, Note L. 2 Ibid. Note M. 4 MS.-"To rub a shield or sharp a brand." MS.-"Lord Marmion ill such jest could brook, He roll'd his kindling eye; Fix'd on the Knight his dark haught look, XV. The Captain mark'd his alter'd look, Where hast thou left that page of thine, Whose beauty was so rare? When last in Raby towers we met, The boy I closely eyed, And often mark'd his cheeks were wet, With tears he fain would hide: His was no rugged horse-boy's hand, To burnish shield or sharpen brand,* Or saddle battle-steed; But meeter seemed for lady fair, His bosom-when he sigh'd, Could scarce repel its pride! Say, hast thou given that lovely youth To serve in lady's bower? Or was the gentle page, in sooth, A gentle paramour ?” XVI. Lord Marmion ill could brook such jest; He roll'd his kindling eye, With pain his rising wrath suppress'd, Yet made a calm reply: "That boy thou thought'st so goodly fair, He might not brook the northern air. More of his fate if thou wouldst learn, I left him sick in Lindisfarn:" Enough of him.-But, Heron, say, Why does thy lovely lady gay Disdain to grace the hall to day? Or has that dame, so fair and sage, Gone on some pious pilgrimage ?”— He spoke in covert scorn, for fame Whisper'd light tales of Heron's dame." XVII. Unmark'd, at least unreck'd, the taunt, Is come, I ween, of lineage high, That youth, so like a paramour, See Note 2 B, canto ii. stanza 1. "Now, m good sooth," Lord Marmion cried, IMS.-"She'll stoop again when tired her wing." See Appendix, Note N. Or friar, sworn in peace to bide; Or pardoner, or travelling priest, Or strolling pilgrim, at the least." XXI. The Captain mused a little space, The only men that safe can ride Is all too well in case to ride; The priest of Shoreswood-he could rein But then, no spearman in the hall Sans frock and hood, fled for his life. XXII. Young Selby, at the fair hall-board, See Appendix, Note O. Ibid. Note P. None can a lustier carol bawl, The needfullest among us all, When time hangs heavy in the hall, The vow'd revenge of Bughtrig rude, XXIII. "Here is a holy Palmer come, From Salem first, and last from Rome; On hills of Armenie hath been, Where Noah's ark may yet be seen; The Mount, where Israel heard the law And of that Grot where Olives nod,1 Where, darling of each heart and eye, From all the youth of Sicily, Saint Rosalie' retired to God.' XXIV. "To stout Saint George of Norwich merry, 1 MS.-" And of the olive's shaded cell." 2 MS.-" Retired to God St. Rosalie." See Appendix, Note Q. MS." And with metheglin warm'd his nose, As little as," &c. "This poem has faults of too great magnitude to be passed without notice. There is a debasing lowness and vulgarity in some passages, which we think must be offensive to every reader of delicacy, and which are not, for the most part, reweemed by any vigor or picturesque effect. The venison pasties, And warms itself against his nose,* XXV. "Gramercy!" quoth Lord Marmion, With angels fair and good. They bring to cheer the way."— XXVI. "Ah! noble sir," young Selby said, And finger on his lip he laid, This man knows much, perchance e'en more Than he could learn by holy lore. Still to himself he's muttering, Strange sounds we heard, and, sooth to tell, I cannot tell-I like it not- 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." The summon'd Palmer came in place; His sable cowl o'erhung his face; we think, are of this description; and this commemoration Sir Hugh Heron's troopers, who 'Have drunk the monks of St. Bothan's ale,' &c. The long account of Friar John, though not without mer offends in the same sort, nor can we easily conceive, how a one could venture, in a serious poem, to speak of the wind that blows, And warms itself against his nose.' "'—JEFFREY. See Appendix, Note R. 7 Ibid. Note 8. In his black mantle was he clad, On his broad shoulders wrought; The scallop shell his cap did deck; The crucifix around his neck Was from Loretto brought; His sandals were with travel tore, Staff, budget, bottle, scrip, he wore; The faded palm-branch in his hand Show'd pilgrim from the Holy Land.1 XXVIII. When as the Palmer came in hall, Nor lord, nor knight, was there more tall, Or had a statelier step withal, Or look'd more high and keen; For no saluting did he wait, As he his peer had been. But his gaunt frame was worn with toil; His eye look'd haggard wild: Poor wretch! the mother that him bare, Soon change the form that best we know- And blanch at once the hair; And want can quench the eye's bright grace, More deeply than despair. From midnight to the dawn of day, Saint Mary grant, that cave or spring XXX. And now the midnight draught of sleep, In massive bowl of silver deep, XXXI With early dawn Lord Marmion rose: And knight and squire had broke their fast, On rich substantial repast, Lord Marmion's bugles blew to horse: No point of courtesy was lost: And shook the Scottish shore; And hid its turrets hoar; Till they roll'd forth upon the air,' And met the river breezes there, Which gave again the prospect fair. Marmion. INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND. TO THE REV. JOHN MARRIOTT, A. M. Ashestiel, Ettrick Forest. THE scenes are desert now, and bare, Yon Thorn-perchance whose prickly spears "Here, in my shade," methinks he'd say, "The mighty stag at noon-tide 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 would whet; 1 MS.-"Slow they roll'd forth upon the air." 2 See Appendix, Note V. 3 "The second epistle opens again with 'chance and change;' but it cannot be denied that the mode in which it is introduced is new and poetical. The comparison of Ettrick Forest, now open and naked, with the state in which it once was--covered with wood, the favorite resort of the royal hunt, and the refuge of daring outlaws--leads the poet to imagine an ancient thorn gifted with the powers of reason, and relating the various scenes which it has witnessed during a period of three hundred years. A melancholy train of fancy is naturally encouraged by the idea."-Monthly Review. While doe, and roe, and red-deer good, A thousand vassals muster'd round, 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 than silvan court, Than we have been at humbler sport; Though small our pomp, and mean our game, Our mirth, dear Marriott, was the same. Remember'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, Pass'd by the intermitted space; For we had fair resource in store, In Classic and in Gothic lore: We mark'd each memorable scene, And held poetic talk between; Nor hill, nor brook, we paced along, But had its legend or its song. All silent now-for now are still Thy bowers, untenanted Bowhill! No longer, from thy mountains dun, 4 Mountain-ash. MS. How broad the ash his shadows flung, 5 See Notes to the Lay of the Last Minstrel. 7 The Tale of the Outlaw Murray, who held out Newark Castle and Ettrick Forest against the King, may be found in the Border Minstrelsy, vol. i. In the Macfarlane MS., among other causes of James the Fifth's charter to the burgh of Sel kirk, is mentioned, that the citizens assisted him to suppress this dangerous outlaw. 8 A seat of the Duke of Buccleuch on the Yarrow, in Et trick Forest. See Notes to the Lay of the Last Minstrel |