The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . vel or by land or main, Deep penance may I pay I —Now, saintly Palmer, mark my prayer :I give this packet to thy care,For thee to stop they will not dare ; And oh I with cautious speedTo Wolseys hand the papers bring,That he may show them to the king: And for thy well-earned meed,Thou holy man. at Whitbys \ weekly mass shall still be thine While priests can sing and read. —What ailst thou ? — Speak ! — For as he tookThe charge a strong emotion shook His frame, and ere replyThey heard a faint yet s
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . vel or by land or main, Deep penance may I pay I —Now, saintly Palmer, mark my prayer :I give this packet to thy care,For thee to stop they will not dare ; And oh I with cautious speedTo Wolseys hand the papers bring,That he may show them to the king: And for thy well-earned meed,Thou holy man. at Whitbys \ weekly mass shall still be thine While priests can sing and read. —What ailst thou ? — Speak ! — For as he tookThe charge a strong emotion shook His frame, and ere replyThey heard a faint yet shrilly distant clarion feebly blown, That on the breeze did die ;And loud the abbess shrieked in fear, Saint Withold, save us ! — What is here ! Look at yon City Cross !See on its battled tower appearPhantoms, that scutcheons seem to rear And blazoned banners toss ! — Dun-Edins Cross, a pillared on a turret octagon : —But now is razed that monument. Whence royal edict voice of .Scotlands law was sent In glorious trumpet-clang. MARMION. 123. Oh ! be his tomb as lead to leadUpon its dull destroyers head I —A minstrels malison is said. —Then on its battlements they sawA vision, passing Natures law,Strange, wild, and dimly seen ; Figures that seemed to rise and die,Gibber and sign, advance and fly,While nought confirmed could ear or 63-6 Discern of sound or darkly did it seem as thereHeralds and pursuivants prepare, 124 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. With trumpet sound and blazon fair, A summons to proclaim ;But indistinct the jjaj^cant fancy forms of mi(lniu;ht cloudWhen tiin^s the moon upon her shroud A waverinji tinge of tlame ;It Hits, expands, and shifts, till loud,From midmost of the spectre crowd. This awful summons came : — XXVI. Prince, prelate, potentate, and peer, Whose names I now shall call,Scottish or foreigner, give ear !Subjects of him who sent me here,At his tribunal to appear I summon one and all:I cite y
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