Marmion . ust ride,— Such was the Kings the Lions care assignsA Ijanquet 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 wassell, mirth, and glee:King James within her princely bowerFeasted the Chiefs of Scotlands to spend the parting hour:For he had charged that his arrayShould southward march by break of loved that splendid monarch aye The banquet and the song,By day th
Marmion . ust ride,— Such was the Kings the Lions care assignsA Ijanquet 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 wassell, mirth, and glee:King James within her princely bowerFeasted the Chiefs of Scotlands to spend the parting hour:For he had charged that his arrayShould southward march by break of loved that splendid monarch aye The banquet and the song,By day the tourney, and by nightThe merry dance, traced fast and maskers quaint, the pageant bright. The revel loud and feast outshone his banquets past;It was his blithest, — and his dazzling lamps, from gallery gay,Cast on the Court a dancing ray ;Here to the bar]) did minstrels sing;There ladies touched a softer string;With long-eared cap, and motley vest,13 194 MABMION. CANTO The licensed fool retailed his jest;His magic tricks the juggler plied;At dice and draughts the gallants vied;While some, in close recess apart,Courted the ladies of tlicir Iieart, Nor courted them in vain;For often, in the parting Love asserts his power Oer coldness and disdain;And flinty is her heart, can viewTo 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. CANTO V. THE COURT. 195 While, reverent, all made easy task it was, I trow,King Jamess manly form to know,Although, his courtesy to show,He doffed, to Marmion bending low. His broidered cap and royal was 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,Wrought with the badge of Scotlands thistle brave, of old renown
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