Marmion . THE BATTLE. 261. And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand. And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. Horse ! horse ! the Douglas cried, and chase ! But soon he reined his furys pace: A royal messenger he came. Though most unworthy of the name.— A letter forged! Saint Jude to speed! Did ever knight so foul a deed I At first in heart it liked fne ill, When the King praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine. Save Gawain, neer could pen a line: So swore I, and I swear it still. Let my boy-bishop fret
Marmion . THE BATTLE. 261. And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand. And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. Horse ! horse ! the Douglas cried, and chase ! But soon he reined his furys pace: A royal messenger he came. Though most unworthy of the name.— A letter forged! Saint Jude to speed! Did ever knight so foul a deed I At first in heart it liked fne ill, When the King praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine. Save Gawain, neer could pen a line: So swore I, and I swear it still. Let my boy-bishop fret his fill,— Saint Mary mend my fiery mood! Old age neer cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. T is pity of him too, he cried: Bold can he speak, and fairly ride, I warrant him a warrior tried. 262 MABMION. canto vi. Witli this liis mandate lie recalls,And slowly socks his castle halls. The day in Marniions journey wore; Yet, ere his passions gust was oer. They crossed the heights of Stanrig-moo
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