Marmion . hung in Mannions belt, Had drunk Dc Wiltons , King James had given. As guard to Whitbys man most dreaded under heaven By these defenceless maids:Yet what petition could who would listen to the taleOf woman, prisoner, and nun,Mid bustle of a war begun ?They deemed it hopeless to avoidThe convoy of their dangerous guide. XIX, Their lodging, so the King assigned,To Marmions, 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,That much concerned the Ch
Marmion . hung in Mannions belt, Had drunk Dc Wiltons , King James had given. As guard to Whitbys man most dreaded under heaven By these defenceless maids:Yet what petition could who would listen to the taleOf woman, prisoner, and nun,Mid bustle of a war begun ?They deemed it hopeless to avoidThe convoy of their dangerous guide. XIX, Their lodging, so the King assigned,To Marmions, 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,That much concerned the Churchs weal, And health of sinners soul;And, with deep charge of secrecy, She named a place to meet,Within an open balcony,That hung from dizzy pitch, and high, Above the stately street;To which, as common to each night they might in secret come. At night, in secret, there they Palmer and the holy moon among the clouds rode high,And all the city hum was by. CANTO V. THE COURT. 209. Upon the street, where late beforeDid din of war and warriors roar, You might have lieard a pebble fall,A beetle hum, a cricket sing,An owlet flap his boding wing On Giless steeple antique Ijuildings, climbing Gothic frontlets sought the sky, Were here wrapt deep in shade;There on their brows the moonbeam the faint wreaths of silvery smoke. And on the casements played. And other light was none to torches gliding far,— Before some chieftain of degree, 14 210 MARMION. Who left the royal revelry To bowne him for the war.—A solemn scene the Abbess chose ;A solemn hour, her secret to disclose. XXI. 0 holy Palmer I she began,— For sure he must be sainted blessed feet have trod the groundWhere the Redeemers tomb is found,—For his dear Churchs sake, my taleAttend, nor deem of light avail,Though I must speak of worldly love,—How vain to those who wed above! —Dc Wilton and Lord Marmion wooedClara de Clare, of Glosters blo
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