Marmion . ts islet gray. VIII. And now the vessel skirts the strandOf mountainous Northumberland ;Towns, towers, and halls, successive rise,And catch the nuns delighted soon behind them Tynemouths priory and bay ;They marked, amid her trees, the hallOf lofty Seaton-Delaval;They saw the Blythe and Wansbeck floods 78 MAIDIION. CAXTO II. Rush to the sea through souuduig woods; They passed the tower of Widderington, Mother of many a valiant son; At Coquet-isle tlieh- beads they tell To the good saint who owned the cell; Tlien did the Alne attention claim, And Warkworth,
Marmion . ts islet gray. VIII. And now the vessel skirts the strandOf mountainous Northumberland ;Towns, towers, and halls, successive rise,And catch the nuns delighted soon behind them Tynemouths priory and bay ;They marked, amid her trees, the hallOf lofty Seaton-Delaval;They saw the Blythe and Wansbeck floods 78 MAIDIION. CAXTO II. Rush to the sea through souuduig woods; They passed the tower of Widderington, Mother of many a valiant son; At Coquet-isle tlieh- beads they tell To the good saint who owned the cell; Tlien did the Alne attention claim, And Warkworth, proud of Percys name; And next, they crossed themselves, to hear, The whitening breakers sound so near, Where, boiling through the rocks, they roar, On Dunstanboroughs caverned shore; Tliy tower, proud Bamborough, nuxrked they there. King Idas castle, huge and square. From its tall rock look grimly down, And on the swelling ocean frown; Then from the coast they bore away, And reached the Holy Islands CANTO II. THE CONVENT. 79 IX. The tide did now its flood-mark gain,And girdled in the Saints domain :For, with the flow and ebb, its styleVaries from continent to isle;Dry-shod, oer sands, twice every day,The pilgrims to the shrine find Avay ;Twice every day, the waves effaceOf staves and sandalled feet the to the port the galley flew,Higher and higher rose to viewThe Castle with its battled walls,The ancient Monasterys halls,A solemn, huge, and dark-red pile,Placed on the margin of the isle. X. In Saxon strength that Abbey massive arches broad and rose alternate, row and row,On ponderous columns, short and low, Built ere the art was pointed aisle, and shafted stalk,The arcades of an alleyed walkTo emulate in the deep walls, the heathen DaneHad poured his impious rage in vain;And needful was such strength to these,Exposed to the tempestuous seas,Scourged by the winds eternal sway,Open to rovers fierce as they,Which could twe
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