Marmion . I lIIIIIIfTTT .:i ^^. Yet was poetic impulse given,B\ the gieeii liill and clear blue \\as a scene, and wild,\\ here naked cliffs were rudely piled ;But t\ei and anon betweenLa} \ eh et tufts of loveliest green ;And well the lonely infant knewRecesses where the wall-flower grew,And honeysuckle loved to crawlUp the low crag and ruined deemed such nooks the sweetest shadeThe sun in all its round surveyed;And still I thought that shattered towerTlie mightiest work of human power ;* i , -1 And marvelled as the aged hind With some strange tale bewitched my mind,Of


Marmion . I lIIIIIIfTTT .:i ^^. Yet was poetic impulse given,B\ the gieeii liill and clear blue \\as a scene, and wild,\\ here naked cliffs were rudely piled ;But t\ei and anon betweenLa} \ eh et tufts of loveliest green ;And well the lonely infant knewRecesses where the wall-flower grew,And honeysuckle loved to crawlUp the low crag and ruined deemed such nooks the sweetest shadeThe sun in all its round surveyed;And still I thought that shattered towerTlie mightiest work of human power ;* i , -1 And marvelled as the aged hind With some strange tale bewitched my mind,Of forayers, who, with headlong force,Down from that strength had spurred thei horse,Their southern rapine to renew,Far in the distant Cheviots , home returning, filled the hallWith revel, wassail-rout, and brawl.]\Iethought that still with trump and clang,The gateways broken arches rang ;^rethought grim features, seamed with scars,Glared through the windows rusty bars,And ever, by the winter tales I heard of w


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