Marmion . With laughter drowned the wliistling wind. Mirth was within ; and Caie without Might gnaw her nails to hear our shout. Not but amid the T)Uxom scene Some grave discourse might intervene — Of the good horse that bore him best, His shoulder, hoof, and arching crest: For, like mad Toms, our chiefest care Was horse to ride, and weapon wear. Such nights we ve had ; and, though the game Of manhood be more sober tame, And though the field-day or the drill Seem less important now, jet still Such may we hope to share again. The sprightly thought inspires my strain! And mark how, like a horsem
Marmion . With laughter drowned the wliistling wind. Mirth was within ; and Caie without Might gnaw her nails to hear our shout. Not but amid the T)Uxom scene Some grave discourse might intervene — Of the good horse that bore him best, His shoulder, hoof, and arching crest: For, like mad Toms, our chiefest care Was horse to ride, and weapon wear. Such nights we ve had ; and, though the game Of manhood be more sober tame, And though the field-day or the drill Seem less important now, jet still Such may we hope to share again. The sprightly thought inspires my strain! And mark how, like a horseman true, Lord Marmions march I thus renew. =^2Ldf- jli.
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