The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . en they could spy, from Branksomes advancing march of martial clouds of dust afar trampling steeds were faintly heard ;Bright spears above the columns dunGlanced momentary to the sun ;And feudal banners fair displayedThe bands that moved to Branksomes aid. \ails not to tell each hardy clan, From the fair Middle Marches cameThe Bloody Heart blazed in the van, Announcing Douglas, dreaded name !Vails not to tell what steeds did the Seven Spears of Wedderburne
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . en they could spy, from Branksomes advancing march of martial clouds of dust afar trampling steeds were faintly heard ;Bright spears above the columns dunGlanced momentary to the sun ;And feudal banners fair displayedThe bands that moved to Branksomes aid. \ails not to tell each hardy clan, From the fair Middle Marches cameThe Bloody Heart blazed in the van, Announcing Douglas, dreaded name !Vails not to tell what steeds did the Seven Spears of Wedderburne Their men in battle-order Swinton laid the lance in restThat tamed of yore the sparkling crest Of Clarences list I say what hundreds more,From the rich Merse and Lammermore,And Tweeds fair borders, to the the crest of Old Dunbar And Hepburns mingled banners, comeDown the steep mountain glittering far. And shouting still, A Home ! a Home ! Now squire and knight, from Branksome many a courteous message went : THE LA Y OF THE LAST MINSTREL. 39. To every chief and lord they paidIVIeet thanks for prompt and powerful aid,And told them how a truce was made,And how a day of fight was taenTwixt Musgrave and stout Deloraine ; And how the Ladye prayed them dearThat all would stay the fight to see,And deign, in love and courtesy. To taste of Branksome , while they bade to feast each Scot,Were Englands noble lords , the hoary seneschal,Rode forth, in seemly terms to callThose gallant foes to Branksome Howard, than whom knightWas never dubbed, more bold in , when from war and armor famed for stately courtesy;But angry Dacre rather choseIn his pavilion to repose. Now, noble dame, perchance you askHow these two hostile armies met, Deeming it were no easy task To keep the truce which here was set: Where martial spirits, all on fire. Breathed only blood and mortal ire. By mutual inroads, mutual b
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