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Till, in his fall, with fateful sway,
The steerage of the realm gave way!
Then, while on Britain's thousand plains,
One unpolluted church remains,
Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around
The bloody tocsin's maddening sound,
But still, upon the hallow'd day,'
Convoke the gwains to praise and pray;
While faith and civil peace are dear,
Grace this cold marble with a tear
He, who preserved them, Pitt, lies here!

If ever from an English heart,
O, here let prejudice depart,
And, partial feeling cast aside,
Record, that Fox a Briton died !
When Europe crouch'd to France's yoke,
And Austria bent, and Prussia broke,
And the firm Russian's purpose brave,
Was barter'd by a timorous slave,
Even then dishonour's peace he spurn'd,
The sullied olive-branch return'd,
Stoud for his country's glory fast,
And nail'd her colours to the mast!
Heaven, to reward his firmness, gave
A portion in this honour'd grave,
And ne'er held marble in its trust
Of two such wondrous men the dust.

Nor yet suppress the generous sigh,
Because his rival slumbers nigh;
Nor be thy requiescat dumb,
Lest it be said o'er Fox's tomb.s
For talents mourn, untimely lost,
When best employ'd, and wanted most ;
Mourn genius high, and lore profound,
And wit that loved to play, not wound;
And all the reasoning powers divine,
To penetrate, resolve, combine;
And feelings keen, and fancy's glow,-
They sleep with him who sleeps below:
And, if thou mourn’st they could not save
From error him who owns this grave,
Be every harsher thought suppressid,
And sacred be the last long rest.
Here, where the end of earthly things
Lays heroes, patriots, bards, and kings;
Where stiff the hand, and still the tongue,
Of those who fought, and spoke, and

sung;
Here, where the fretted aisles prolong
The distant notes of holy song,
As if some angel spoke agen,
“ All peace on earth, good-will to men;"

With more than mortal powers endowl,
How high they soar'd above the crowd!
Theirs was no common party race,
Jostling by dark intrigue for place;
Like fabled Gods, their mighty war
Shook realms and nations in its jar;
Beneath each banner proud to stand,
Look d up the noblest of the land,
Till through the British world were known
The names of Pitt and Fox alone.
Spells of such force no wizard gra.e
E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave,
Though his could drain the ocean dry,
And force the planets from the sky.6
These spells are spent, and, spent with these,
The wine of life is on the lees.
Genius, and taste, and talent gone,
For ever tomb'd beneath the stone,
Where--taming thought to human pride
The mighty chiefs sleep side by side.

1 MS.-“ But still upon the holy day."

his presentation copies struck off with or without them, ac 2 In place of this couplet, and the ten lines which follow it, cording as they were for Whig or Tory hands. I mention the the original MS. of Marmion has only the following: circumstance now only because I see by a letter of Heber's

that Scott had thought it worth his while to contradict the “If genius high and judgment sound,

absurd charge in the newspapers of the day."-LOCKHART, And wit that loved to play, not wound,

Life of Scott, vol. iii. p. 61.
And all the reasoning powers divine,

3 MS.—" And party passion doff d aside."
To penetrate, resolve, combine,

4 “ The first epistolary effusion, containing a threnody on Could save one mortal of the herd

Nelson, Pitt, and Fox, exhibits a remarkable failure. We are From error-Fox had never err'd."

unwilling to quarrel with a poet on the score of politics; but “ While Scott was correcting a second proof of the passage

the manner in which he has chosen to praise the last of these where Pitt and Fox are mentioned together, at Stanmore great men, is more likely, we conceive, to give offence to his

admirers, than the most direct censure. The only deed for Priors, in April 1807, Lord Abercorn suggested that the compliment to the Whig statesman ought to be still further

which he is praised is for having broken off the negotiation for heightened, and several lines

peace; and for this act of firmness, it is added, Heaven re

warded him with a share in the honoured grave of Pitt! It is “For talents mourn untimely lost,

then said that his errors should be forgotten, and that he died When best employed, and wanted most, &c.— a Briton--a pretty plain insinuation that, in the author's

opinion, he did not live one; and just such an encomium as were added accordingly. I have heard, indeed, that they he himself pronounces over the grave of his villain hero, came from the Marquis's own pen. Ballantyne, however, Marmion."--JEFFREY. from some inadvertence, had put the sheet to press before the 6 MS.--" Theirs was no common courtier race." revise, as fi is called, arrived in Edinburgh, and some few 6 MS.—" And force the pale moon from the sky." copics got abroad in which the additional couplets were 7 “ Reader! remember when thou wert a lad, omitted. A London journal (the Morning Chronicle) was Then Pitt was all; or, if not all, so much, stupid and malignant enough to josinuate that the author had His very rival almost deem'd him such.

Drop upon Fox's grave the tear,
"Twill trickle to his rivals bier;
O'er Pitt's the mournful requiem sound,
And Fox's shall the notes rebound.
The solemn echo seems to cry,
6 Here let their discord with them die.
Speak not for those a separate doom,
Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb;
But search the land of living men,
Where wilt thou find their like agen?”

Prompt on unequal tasks to run, Thus Nature disciplines her son: Meeter, she says, for me to stray, And waste the solitary day, In plucking from yon fen the reed, And watch it floating down the Tweed; Or idly list the shrilling lay, With which the milkmaid cheers her way, Marking its cadence rise and fail, As from the field, beneath her pail, She trips it down the uneven dale: Meeter for me, by yonder cairn, The ancient shepherd's tale to learn ; Though oft he stop in rustic fear, Lest his old legends tire the ear Of one, who, in his simple mind, May boast of book-learn’d taste refined.

Rest, ardent Spirits ! till the cries Of dying Nature bid you rise; Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse; Then, O, how impotent and vain This grateful tributary strain ! Though not unmark'd from northern clime, Ye heard the Border Minstrel's rhyme: His Gothic harp bas o'er you rung; The Bard you deign'd to praise, your deathless names has

sung

Stay yet, illusion, stay a while, My wilder'd fancy still beguile! From this high theme how can I part, Ere half unloaded is my heart ! For all the tears e'er sorrow drew, And all the raptures fancy knew, And all the keener rush of blood, That throbs through bard in bard-like mood, Were here a tribute inean and low, Though all their mingled streams could flowWoe, wonder, and sensation high, In one spring-tide of ecstasy :It will not be-it may not lastThe vision of enchantment's past : Like frostwork in the morning ray, The fancied fabric melts away;? Each Gothic arch, memorial-stone, And long, dim, lofty aisle, are gone; And, lingering last, deception dear, The choir's high sounds die on my ear. Now slow return the lonely down, The silent pastures bleak and brown, The farm begirt with copsewood wild, The gambols of each frolic child, Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters rushing on.

But thou, my friend, can't fitly tell, (For few have read romance so well,) How still the legendary lay O'er poet's bosom holds its sway; How on the ancient minstrel strain Time lays his palsied hand in vain; And how our hearts at doughty deeds, By warriors wrought in steely weeds, Still throb for fear and pity's sake; As when the Champion of the Lake Enters Morgana's fated house, Or in the Chapel Perilous, Despising spells and demons' force, Holds converse with the unburied corse ;3 Or when, Dame Ganore's grace to move, (Alas, that lawless was their love!) He sought proud Tarquin in his den, And freed full sixty knights; or when, A sinful man, and unconfessid, He took the Sangreal's holy quest, And, slumbering, saw the vision high, He might not view with waking eye.*

The mightiest chiefs of British song Scorn'd not such legends to prolong: They gleam through Spenser's elfin dream, And mix in Milton's heavenly theme; And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again, But that a ribald King and Court Bade him toil on, to make them sport;

We, we have seen the intellectual race
Of giants stand, like Titans, face to face ;
Athos and Ida, with a dashing sea
of eloquence between, which flow'd all free,
As the deep billows of the Ægean roar
Betwixt the Hellenic and the Phrygian shore.
But where are ther--the rivals !-a few feet
Of sullen earth divide each winding-sheet.
Low peaceful and how powerful is the grave
Which hushes all! a calm unstormy wave
Which oversweeps the world. The theme is old

Of dust to dust;' but half its tale untold ;
Time tenipers not its terrors.

Byron's Age of Bronze.
1 “ If but a beam of sober reason play,
Lo! Fancy's fairy frost work molts away."

ROGERS' Pleasures of Memory. 2 MS.-" Though oft he stops to wonder still

That his old legends have the skill
To win so well the attentive ear,

Petchance to draw the sigh or tear." 3 See Appendix, Note A * Ibid, Note B. 5 lbid. Wote C

Demanded for their niggard pay,

And well in modern verse hast wove Fit for their souls, a looser lay,

Partenopex's mystic love:7 Licentious satire, song, and play;'

Hear, then, attentive to my lay, The world defrauded of the high design,

A knightly tale of Albion's elder day. Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the

lofty line.

Marmion.

CANTO FIRST.

The Castle.

Warm'd by such names, well may we then, Though dwindled sons of little men, Essay to break a feeble lance In the fair fields of old romance; Or seek the moated castle's cell, Where long through talisman and spell, While tyrants ruled, and damsels wept, Thy Genius, Chivalry, hath slept: There sound the harpings of the North, Till he awake and sally forth, On venturous quest to prick again, In all his arms, with all his train, Shield, lance, and brand, and plume, and scarf, Fay, giant, dragon, squire, and dwarf, And wizard with his wand of might, And errant maid on palfrey white. Around the Genius weave their spells, Pure Love, who scarce his passion tells; Mystery, half veil'd and half reveal’d; And Honour, with his spotless shield; Attention, with fix'd eye; and Fear, That loves the tale she shrinks to hear; And gentle Courtesy; and Faith, Unchanged by sufferings, time, or death; And Valour, lion-mettled lord, Leaning upon his own good sword.

I. Day set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep,

And Cheviot's mountains lone :
The battled towers, the donjon keep,
The loophole grates, where captives weep,
The flanking walls that round it sweep,

In yellow lustre shone. 10
The warriors on the turrets high,
Moving athwart the evening sky,'.

Seem’d forms of giant height:
Their armour, as it caught the rays,
Flash'd back again the western blaze, la

In lines of dazzling light.

Well bas thy fair achievement shown, A worthy meed may thus be won; Ytene's* oaks-beneath whose shade Their theme the merry minstrels made, Of Ascapart, and Bevis bold, And that Red King, who, while of old, Through Boldrewood the chase he led, By his loved huntsman's arrow bledYtene's oaks have heard again Renew'd such legendary strain ; For thou hast sung, how He of Gaul, That Amadis so famed in hall, For Oriana, foil'd in fight The Necromancer's felon might;

II. Saint George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray

Less bright, and less, was flung; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the Donjon Tower,

So heavily it hung. The scouts had parted on their search,

The Castle gates were barr’d; Above the gloomy portal arch, Timing his footsteps to a march,

The Warder kept his guard ; Low humming, as he paced along, Some ancient Border gathering song.

1 MS. - "Licentious song, lampoon, and play."
2 MS.-" The world defrauded of the bold design,

And quench'd the heroic, fire, and marr'd the

Profaned the heavenly I lofty line." Again, “ Profaned his God-given strength, and marr'd his lofty line." 3 In the MS. the rest of the passage stands as follows:“Around him wait with all their

spells,
Pure Love which { Virtue only warms;

scarce his passion tells ;
Mystery, half seen and half conceald ;
Apd Honour, with unspotted shield;

III.
A distant trampling sound he hears;
He looks abroad, and soon appears,

Attention, with fix'd eye; and Fear,
That lores the tale she shrinks to hear,
And gentle Courtesy; and faith,

And Valour that despises death."
• The New Foresi in Hampshire, anciently so called.
8 See Appendix, Note D.
6 William Rufus.

7 Partenopex de Blois, a poem, by W. S. Rose, Esq. was published in 1808. ---ED. 8 See Appendix, Note E.

9 Ibid, Yote F. 10 In the MS. the first line has “hoary keep;" the fourth " donjon steep;" the seventh “ rudy lustre."

11 MS.-." Eastern sky."
12 MS.--" Erening blaze."

charms,

| His square-turu'd joints, and strength of bir.b,

Show'd him no carpet knight so trim,
But in close fight a champion grim,

In camps a leader sage.

O’er Horncliff-hill a plump of spears,

Beneath a pennon gay;
A horseman, darting from the crowd,
Like lightning from a summer cloud,
Spurs on his mettled courser proud,

Before the dark array.
Beneath the sable palisade,
That closed the Castle barricade,

His bugle horn he blew;
The warder hasted from the wall,
And warn'd the Captain in the hall,

For well the blast he knew;
And joyfully that knight did call,
To sewer, squire, and seneschal.

VI.
Well was be arm'd from head to heel,
In mail and plate of Milan steel;6
But his strong helm, of mighty cost,
Was all with burnish'd gold emboss'd;
Amid the plumage of the crest,
A falcon hover'd on her nest,
With wings outspread, and forward breast;
E'en such a falcon, on his shield,
Soar'd sable in an azure field:
The golden legend bore aright,
UWho checks at me, to death is digyt.
Blue was the charger's broider'd rein;
Blue ribbons deck'd his arching mane;
The knightly housing's ample fold
Was velvet blue, and trapp'd with gold.

6

IV.
« Now broach ye a pipe of Malvoisie,

Bring pasties of the doe,
And quickly make the entrance free,
And bid my heralds ready be,
And every minstrel sound his glee,

And all our trumpets blow;
And, from the platform, spare ye not
To fire a noble salvo-shot;?

Lord MARMION waits below !”
Then to the Castle's lower ward

Sped forty yeomen tall,
The iron-studded gates unbarr’d,
Raised the portcullis' ponderous guard,
The lofty palisade unsparr'd

And let the drawbridge fall.

VII.
Behind him rode two gallant squires,
Of noble name, and knightly sires;
They burn'd the gilded spurs to claim;
For well could each a war-horse tame,
Could draw the bow, the sword could sway,
And lightly bear the ring away;
Nor less with courteous precepts stored,
Could dance in hall, and carve at board,
And frame love-ditties passing rare,
And sing them to a lady fair.

v.
Along the bridge Lord Marmion rode,
Proudly his red-roan charger trode,
His helm hung at the saddlebow;
Well by his visage you might know
He was a stalworth knight, and keen,
And had in many a battle been;
The scar on his brown cheek reveal’ds
A token true of Bosworth field;
His eyebrow dark, and eye of fire,
Show'd spirit proud, and prompt to ire;
Yet lines of thought upon his cheek
Did deep design and counsel speak.
His forehead, by his casque worn bare,
His thick mustache, and curly hair,
Coal-black, and grizzled here and there,

But more through toil than age;

VIII.
Four men-at-arms came at their backs,
With halbert, bill, and battle-axe:
They bore Lord Marmion's lance so strong,
And led his sumpter-mules along,
And ambling palfrey, when at need
Him listed ease his battle-steed.
The last and trustiest of the four,
On high his forky pennon bore;
Like swallow's tail, in shape and hue,
Flutter'd the streamer glossy blue,
Where, blazon'd sable, as before,
The towering falcon seem'd to soar.
Last, twenty yeomen, two and two,
In hosen black, and jerkins blue,

| This word properly applies to a flight of water-fowl; but the prominence of the features; and the minion of a king is as 1s applied, by analogy, to a body of horse.

light and sinewy a cavalier as the Borderer--rather less fero“There is a knight of the North Country,

cious-more wicked, not less fit for the hero of a ballad, and Which leads a lusty plump of spears."

much more so for the hero of a regular poem."-GEORGE

Flodden Field. ELLIS. 2 MS." A welcome shot."

3 See Appendix, Note G.

6 Ibid. Note H. 3 MS.--" On his brown cheek an azure scar Bore token true of Bosworth war."

7 MS.-" One bore Lord Marmion's lance so strong, 4 "Marmion is to Deloraine what Tom Jones is to Joseph

Two led his sumpter-mules along, Andrews · the varnish of higher breeding nowhere diminishes

The third his palirey, when at need.

With falcons broider'd on each breast,

" Now, largesse, largesse, Lord Marmion, Attended on their lord's behest.

Knight of the crest of gold ! Each, chosen for an archer good,

A blazon'd shield, in battle won,
Knew hunting-craft by lake or wood;

Ne'er guarded heart so bold.”
Each one a six-foot bow could bend,
And far a cloth-yard shaft could send;

XII.
Each held a boar-spear tough and strong,

They marshall d him to the Castle-ball, And at their belts their quivers rung.

Where the guests stood all aside, Their dusty palfreys, and array,

And loudly flourish'd the trumpet-call, Show'd they had march'd a weary way.

And the heralds loudly cried,

_" Room, lordings, room for Lord Marmion, IX.

With the crest and helm of gold ! "Tis meet that I should tell you now,

Full well we know the trophies won How fairly arm’d, and order'd how,

In the lists at Cottiswold: The soldiers of the guard,

There, vainly Ralph de Wilton strove With musket, pike, and morion,

'Gainst Marmion's force to stand; To welcome noble Marmion,

To him he lost his lady-love, Stood in the Castle-yard;

And to the King his land. Minstrels and trumpeters were there,

Ourselves beheld the listed field, The gunner held his linstock yare,

A sight both sad and fair; For welcome-shot prepared:

We saw Lord Marmion pierce his shield, Enter'd the train, and such a clang,'

And saw his saddle bare; As then through all his turrets rang,

We saw the victor win the crest Old Norham never heard.

He wears with worthy pride ;

And on the gibbet-tree, reversed,
X.

His foeman's scutcheon tied.
The guards their morrice-pikes advanced,

Place, nobles, for the Falcon-Knight! The trumpets flourish'd brave,

Room, room, ye gentles gay, The cannon from the ramparts glanced,

For him who conquer'd in the right,
And thundering welcome gave.

Marmion of Fontenaye !"
A blithe salute, in martial sort,
The minstrels well might sound,

XIII. for, as Lord Marmion crossid the court,

Then stepp'd to meet that noble Lord, He scatter'd angels round.

Sir Hugh the Heron bold, « Welcome to Norham, Marmion!

Baron of Twisell, and of Ford, Stout heart, and open hand!

And Captain of the Hold. Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan,

He led Lord Marmion to the deas, Thou flower of English land!”

Raised o'er the pavement high,

And placed him in the upper place-
XI.

They feasted full and high:
Two pursuivants, whom tabarts deck,

The whiles a Northern harper rude With silver scutcheon round their neck,

Chanted a rhyme of deadly feud, Stood on the steps of stone,

How the fierce Thirwalls, and Ridleys all,7 By which you reach the donjon gate,

Stout Willimondsuick, And there, with herald pomp and state,

And Hardriding Dick, They hail'd Lord Marmion ::

And Hughie of Haudon, and Will o' the Wall, They hail'd him Lord of Fontenaye,

Hare set on Sir Albany Featherstonhaugh, Of Lutterward, and Scrivelbaye,

And taken his life at the Deadman's-shaw." Of Tamworth tower and town ;3

Scantily Lord Marmion's ear could brook And he, their courtesy to requite,

The harper's barbarous lay; Gave them a chain of twelve marks' weight,

Yet much he praised the pains he took, All as he lighted down.

And well those pains did pay:

I MS" And when he enter'd, such a clang,

the scenes, in a degree which no general description could As through the echoing turrets rang."

suggest ; nor could we so completely enter the Castle with

Lord Marmion, were any circumstances of the description 9 “The most picturesque of all poets, Homer, is frequently omitted." - British Critic. minute, to the utmost degree, in the description of the dresses

3 See Appendix, Note I. 4 Ibid. Note K. and accoutrements of his personages. These particulars, often inconsiderable in themselves, have the effect of giving truth

5 MS.-_Cleave his shield." and identity to the picture, and assist the mind in realizing 6 See Appendix, Note L.

7 lbid. Note M.

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