Marmion . d Marmions steed rushed by;And Eustace, maddening at the sight, A look and sign to Clara cast, To mark he would return in plunged into the fight. Ask me not what the maiden in that dreadful hour alone: Perchance her reason stoops, or reels;Perchance a courage, not her her mind to desperate tone.— The scattered van of England wheels; —She only said, as loud in airThe tumult roared, Is Wilton there? —They fly, or, maddened by despair,Fight but to die, — Is Wilton there ? With that, straight up the hill there rodeTwo horsemen drenched with gore, And in t
Marmion . d Marmions steed rushed by;And Eustace, maddening at the sight, A look and sign to Clara cast, To mark he would return in plunged into the fight. Ask me not what the maiden in that dreadful hour alone: Perchance her reason stoops, or reels;Perchance a courage, not her her mind to desperate tone.— The scattered van of England wheels; —She only said, as loud in airThe tumult roared, Is Wilton there? —They fly, or, maddened by despair,Fight but to die, — Is Wilton there ? With that, straight up the hill there rodeTwo horsemen drenched with gore, And in their arms a helpless load,A wounded knight they bore. His hand still strained the broken biand; His arms were smeared with blood and sand. CANTO VI. THE BATTLE. 275 Dragged from among the horses feet,With dmted shield, and helmet beat,The falcon-crest and plumage that be haughty Marmion! . .Young Blount his armor did unlace,And gazing on his ghastly , By Saint George, hes gone !. That spear-wound has our master sped,And see the deep cut on his head! Good-night to Marmion. — Unnurtured Blount! thy brawling cease:He opes his eyes, said Eustace ; peace! XXIX. When, doffed his casque, he felt free air,Around gan Marmion wildly stare: — Wheres Harry Blount ? Fitz-Eustace where ?Linger ye here, ye hearts of hare! 276 MARMION. Redeem my pennon, — cliarge again !Cry — Marmion to the rescue ! — Vain !Last of my race, on battle-plainThat shout shall neer be heard again I —Yet my last thought is Englands — Dacre bear my signet-ring:Tell hira his squadrons up to bring.—Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie;Tunstall lies dead upon the field,His lifeblood stains the spotless shield:Edmund is down : — my life is reft;The Admiral alone is Stanley charge with spur of fire,—With Chester charge, and Lancashire,Full upon Scotlands central host,Or victory and England s lost. —Must I bid twice ? — hence, varlets ! fly!Leave Marmion here al
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