Marmion . ot bow could bend,And far a cloth-yard shaft could send ;Each held a boar-spear tough and strong,And at their belts their quivers dusty palfreys and arrayShowed they had marched a weary way. IX. T is meet that I should tell you now,How fairly armed, and ordered how, The soldiers of the guard,With musket, pike, and morion,To welcome noble Marmion, Stood in the Castle-yard ;Minstrels and trumpeters were gunner lield his linstock yare, For welcome-shot prepared :Entered the train, and sucli a clangAs then through all his turrets rang Old Norham never heard. The guar
Marmion . ot bow could bend,And far a cloth-yard shaft could send ;Each held a boar-spear tough and strong,And at their belts their quivers dusty palfreys and arrayShowed they had marched a weary way. IX. T is meet that I should tell you now,How fairly armed, and ordered how, The soldiers of the guard,With musket, pike, and morion,To welcome noble Marmion, Stood in the Castle-yard ;Minstrels and trumpeters were gunner lield his linstock yare, For welcome-shot prepared :Entered the train, and sucli a clangAs then through all his turrets rang Old Norham never heard. The guards their morrice-pikes advanced. The trumpets flourished brave,The cannon from the ramparts glanced. And thundering welcome blithe salute, in martial sort. The minstrels well might , as Lord Marmion crossed the court, He scattered angels to Norham, Marmion! Stout licart, and open hand!Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan, Thou flower of Englisli land ! CANTO I. THE CASTLE. 39. Two pursuivants, whom tabarts deck,With silver scutcheon round their neck, Stood on the steps of which you reach the donjon gate,And there, with herakl pomp and state, They hailed Lord Marmion :They hailed him Lord of Fontenaye,Of Lutterward, and Scrivelbaye, Of Tamworth tower and town;And he, their courtesy to requite,Gave them a chain of twelve marks weight, All as he lighted down. Now, largesse, largesse, Lord Marmion, Knight of the crest of gold!A blazoned shield, in battle won. Neer Guarded heart so bold. 40 MAEMION. Tliey marshalled him to the Castle-hall, Where the guests stood all loudly flourished the trumpet-call, And the heralds loudly cried,— Room, lordliiigs, room for Lord Marmion, With the crest and helm of gold!Full well Ave know the trophies Avon In the lists at Cottiswold:There, vainly Ralph de Wilton strove Gainst Marmions force to stand;To him he lost liis lady-loA^e, And to the King his beheld the listed field, A sight
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