Marmion . Blackford! on whose uncultured breast,Among the broom, and thorn, and whin, Or listed, as I lay at rest, While rose on breezes thin,The murmur of the city crowd,And, from his steeple jangling loud. Saint Giless mingling , from the summit to the plain,Waves all the hill with yellow grain; 170 MAEMION. canto iv. And oer the landscape as I look,Nought do I see unchanged remain, Save the rude cliffs and chiming me they make a heavy moan, Of early friendships past and gone. XXV. But different far the change has been, Since Marmion, from the crownOf Blackford, saw that mart

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Marmion . Blackford! on whose uncultured breast,Among the broom, and thorn, and whin, Or listed, as I lay at rest, While rose on breezes thin,The murmur of the city crowd,And, from his steeple jangling loud. Saint Giless mingling , from the summit to the plain,Waves all the hill with yellow grain; 170 MAEMION. canto iv. And oer the landscape as I look,Nought do I see unchanged remain, Save the rude cliffs and chiming me they make a heavy moan, Of early friendships past and gone. XXV. But different far the change has been, Since Marmion, from the crownOf Blackford, saw that martial scene Upon the bent so brown:Thousand pavilions, white as snow,Spread all the Borough-moor below, Upland, and dale, and down: —A thousand did I say ? I on thousands there were seen,That checkered all the heath betweenThe streamlet and the town;In crossing ranks extending a camp irregular;Oft giving way, where still there stoodSome relics of the old oak wood,That darkly huge

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