Marmion . ance southernmost our Monarch past,Halted, and blew a gallant blast;And on the north, within the the form of Englands King,Who then a thousand leagues Palestine waged holy war:Yet arms like Englands did he wield,Alike the leopards in the his Syrian coursers frame,The riders length of limb the afterwards did Scotland Edward was her deadliest foe. XXIV. The vision made our Monarch start,But soon he manned his noble heart,And in the first career they ran,The Elfin Knight fell, horse and man;Yet did a splinter of his lanceT
Marmion . ance southernmost our Monarch past,Halted, and blew a gallant blast;And on the north, within the the form of Englands King,Who then a thousand leagues Palestine waged holy war:Yet arms like Englands did he wield,Alike the leopards in the his Syrian coursers frame,The riders length of limb the afterwards did Scotland Edward was her deadliest foe. XXIV. The vision made our Monarch start,But soon he manned his noble heart,And in the first career they ran,The Elfin Knight fell, horse and man;Yet did a splinter of his lanceThrough Alexanders visor glance,And razed the skin — a puny King, light leaping to the ground,With naked blade his i)hantom foeCompelled the future war to show. CANTO III. THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 129 Of Largs he saw the ghirious plain,Where still gigantic bones remain, Memorial of the Danish war ;Himself he saw, amid the high his brandished war-axe wield. And strike proud Haco from his car,. While all around the shadowy KingsDenmarks grim ravens cowered their is said, that, in that awful visions met his sight,Foreshowing future conquest far,When our sons sons wage northern war; 9 130 MABMION. canto hi, A royal city, tower and spire,Reddened the midniglit sky with fire,And shouting crews her navy , to the victor signs may learned clerks i)ass the wit of siniph; swain. XXV. The joyful King turned home again,Headed his host, and quelled the Dane;But yearly, when returned the nightOf his strange combat with the sprite. His wound must bleed and smart;Lord Gifford then would gibing say, Bold as ye were, my liege, ye pay The penance of your since, beneath Dunfermlines nave,King Alexander hlls his grave. Our Lady give him rest!Yet still the knightly spear and sliieldThe Elfin Warrior doth wield. Upon the biown hills breast;And many a knight hath proved his chance,In the charmed ring to break a lan
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