Marmion . THE CAMP. Eustace, I said, did blithely markThe first notes of the merry lark sang- shrill, the cock he crew,And loudly Marmions bugles blew,And with their light and lively call,Brought groom and yeoman to the stall. Whistling they came, and free of heart,But soon their mood was changed; Complaint was heard on every something clamored loud for armor lost; 148 JLII^J/IOX. CA Some brawled aud wrangled with the host; • By Beckets bones, cried one, I fear. That some false Seot has stolen mv si)earl Young Blount, Lord Marmions second squire, Found his ste
Marmion . THE CAMP. Eustace, I said, did blithely markThe first notes of the merry lark sang- shrill, the cock he crew,And loudly Marmions bugles blew,And with their light and lively call,Brought groom and yeoman to the stall. Whistling they came, and free of heart,But soon their mood was changed; Complaint was heard on every something clamored loud for armor lost; 148 JLII^J/IOX. CA Some brawled aud wrangled with the host; • By Beckets bones, cried one, I fear. That some false Seot has stolen mv si)earl Young Blount, Lord Marmions second squire, Found his steed wet with sweat and mire; Although the rated horseboy sware. List night he dressed him sleek and fair. Whilt^ chafed the inipatieut squire like thunder, Old Hubert shouts, in fear and wonder, — Hel}>, gentle Blount! help, comrades all! Bevis lies dying in his stall: To Marmion who the plight dare tell. Of the good steed he loves so well? — Gaping for fear and ruth, they saw The charger panting o
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