Marmion . a Christmas tale — Of wonder and of war— Profane ! What I leave the lofty Latian strain, Her stately prose, her verses charms, To hear the chish of rusty arms : In fairy Land or Limbo lost, To jostle conjurer and ghost, Gdblin and witch ! — Nay, Heber dear, Before you touch my charter, hear ; Tliongh Leyden aids, alas ! no more, ^[y cause with many-languaged lore. This may I say : — in realms of death Ulysses meets Alcides icraith ; ^neas, upon Thracias shore, The ghost of murdered Polydore ; For omens, we in Livy cross. At every turn, locutus Bos. As grave and duly speaks that ox, A
Marmion . a Christmas tale — Of wonder and of war— Profane ! What I leave the lofty Latian strain, Her stately prose, her verses charms, To hear the chish of rusty arms : In fairy Land or Limbo lost, To jostle conjurer and ghost, Gdblin and witch ! — Nay, Heber dear, Before you touch my charter, hear ; Tliongh Leyden aids, alas ! no more, ^[y cause with many-languaged lore. This may I say : — in realms of death Ulysses meets Alcides icraith ; ^neas, upon Thracias shore, The ghost of murdered Polydore ; For omens, we in Livy cross. At every turn, locutus Bos. As grave and duly speaks that ox, As if he told the price of stocks ; Or held, in Rome republican, The place of Common-councilman. All nations have their omens drear,Their legends wild of woe and Cambria look — the peasant see,Bethink him of Glendowerdy,And shun the Spirits Blasted Tree. —The Highlander, whose red claymoreThe battle turned on Maidas shore,Will, on a Friday morn, look pale,If asked to tell a fairy tale :.
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