Marmion . hose they love, To pray the prayer, and vow the vow,The tottering child, the anxious gray-haired sire, with pious care,To chapels and to shrines repair —Where is the Palmer now ? and whereThe Abbess, Marmion, and Clare? —Bold Douglas! to Tantallon fair They journey in thy charge :Lord Marmion rode on his right Palmer still was Mith the band :Angus, like Lindcsay, did command. That none should roam at large.]3ut in that Palmers altered mienA wondrous change might now be seen ; CANTO V. THE COURT. 219 Freely he spoke of war,Of marvels wrought by single hand,When lifte
Marmion . hose they love, To pray the prayer, and vow the vow,The tottering child, the anxious gray-haired sire, with pious care,To chapels and to shrines repair —Where is the Palmer now ? and whereThe Abbess, Marmion, and Clare? —Bold Douglas! to Tantallon fair They journey in thy charge :Lord Marmion rode on his right Palmer still was Mith the band :Angus, like Lindcsay, did command. That none should roam at large.]3ut in that Palmers altered mienA wondrous change might now be seen ; CANTO V. THE COURT. 219 Freely he spoke of war,Of marvels wrought by single hand,When lifted for a native land ;And still looked high, as if he planift Some desperate deed courser would he feed and stroke,And, tucking up his sable first his mettle bold provoke, Then soothe or quell his Hubert said, that never oneHe saw, except Lord Marmion, A steed so fairlv ride. Some half-hours march Ijchind, there came, By Eustace governed fair,A troop escorting Hildas Dame,. 220 MAEMION. c. With all her nuns, and Clare. No audience had Lord Marmion souo:ht;Ever he feared to aggravateClara de Clares suspicious hate; And safer twas, he thought. To wait till, from the nuns removed,The influence of kinsmen suit by Henrys self ap])roved. Her slow consent had wrought. His was no flickering flame, that dies Unless when fanned by looks and sighs, And lighted oft at ladys eyes; He longed to stretch his wide command Oer luckless Claras ample land: Besides, when Wilton with him vied, Although the pang of humbled pride The place of jealousy supplied. Yet conquest, by that meanness won He almost loathed to think upon, Led him, at times, to hate the cause, Which made him burst through honors laws. If eer he loved, twas her alone, Who died within that vault of stone. XXIX. And now, when close at hand they sawNorth Berwicks town, and lofty Law,Fitz-Eustace bade them pause awhile,Before a venerable pile. Whose turrets viewed, afar,The lofty Bass, the L
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