The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . s rein :The village inn seemed large, though rude;Its cheerful fire and hearty foodMight well relieve his from their seats the horsemen sprung,With jingling spurs the court-vard rung;They bind their horses to the stall,For forage, food, and firing various clamor fills the hall:Weighing the labor with the cost,Toils everywhere the bustling host. Soon, by the chimneys merry the rude hostel might you see where in dark nook aloofThe rafters of the sooty roof Bore w
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . s rein :The village inn seemed large, though rude;Its cheerful fire and hearty foodMight well relieve his from their seats the horsemen sprung,With jingling spurs the court-vard rung;They bind their horses to the stall,For forage, food, and firing various clamor fills the hall:Weighing the labor with the cost,Toils everywhere the bustling host. Soon, by the chimneys merry the rude hostel might you see where in dark nook aloofThe rafters of the sooty roof Bore wealth of winter cheer;Of sea-fowl dried, and solands store,And gammons of the tusky boar. And savory haunch of chimney arch projected wide;Above, around it, and beside. Were tools for housewives hand ;Nor wanted, in that martial implements of Scottish fray. The buckler, lance, and its shade, the place of oaken settle -Marmion sate,And viewed around the blazing hearthHis followers mix in noisy mirth;Whom with brown ale, in jolly tide. MARMION. 89. From ancient vessels ranged asideFull actively their host supplied. Theirs was the glee of martial breast,And laughter theirs at little jest;And oft Lord Marmion deigned to aid,And mingle in the mirth they made;For though, with men of high degree,The proudest of the proud was , trained in camps, he knew the artTo win the soldiers hardy love a captain to as March, yet fresh as MayWith open hand and brow as free,Lover of wine and minstrelsy ;Ever the first to scale a tower,As venturous in a ladys bower : —Such buxom chief shall lead his hostFrom Indias fires to Zemblas frost. Resting upon his pilgrim staff,Right opposite the Palmer stood. His thin dark visage seen but hidden by his hood. Still fixed on Marmion was his look, Which he, who ill such gaze could brook,Strove by a frown to quell ; But not for that, though more than once Full met their stern en
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