That favor'd strain was Surrey's raptured line, That fair and lovely form, the Lady Geraldine! XX. Slow roll'd the clouds upon the lovely form, And swept the goodly vision all awaySo royal envy roll'd the murky storm O'er my beloved Master's glorious day. Thou jealous, ruthless tyrant! Heaven repay On thee, and on thy children's latest line, The wild caprice of thy despotic sway, The gory bridal bed, the plunder'd shrine, The murder'd Surrey's blood, the tears of Geraldine. XXI. Both Scots and Southern chiefs prolong And watch'd, the whilst, with visage pale, XXII. And much of wild and wonderful And there, in many a stormy vale, Waked the deaf tomb with war's alarms, He learn'd a milder minstrelsy; XXII. HAROLD. O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay, That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew! And, gentle ladye, deign to stay, Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch, Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day. "The blackening wave is edged with white: To inch and rock the sea-mews fly; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh. The jormungandr or snake of the ocean, whose folds surround the earth. It was very nearly caught by the god Thor, who went to fish for it with a hook baited with a bull's head. See the " Edda," or Mallet's "Northern Antiquities," p. 445. The Valkyriur or Scandinavian Fates, or Fatal Sisters. Inch, an island. XXIV. So sweet was Harold's piteous lay, Scarce mark'd the guests the darken'd hall, Though, long before the sinking day, A wondrous shade involved them all: It was not eddying mist or fog, Drain'd by the sun from fen or bog; Of no eclipse had sages told; A secret horror check'd the feast, XXV. "Found! Then sudden, through the darken'd air, So broad, so bright, so red the glare, Were instant seen, and instant gone: As on the elvish page it broke. It broke, with thunder long and loud, Dismay'd the brave, appall'd the proud, From sea to sea the larum rung; On Berwick wall, and at Carlisle withal, To arms the startled warders sprung: When ended was the dreadful roar, The elvish dwarf was seen no more. XXVI. Some heard a voice in Branksome Hall, And on the spot where burst the brand, Just where the page had flung him down, Some saw an arm, and some a hand, And some the waving of a gown. The guests in silence pray'd and shook, And terror dimm'd each lofty look. But none of all the astonish'd train Was so dismay'd as Deloraine; His blood did freeze, his brain did burn, 'Twas fear'd his mind would ne'er return; For he was speechless, ghastly, wan, Like him of whom the story ran, Who spoke the spectre-hound in Man. At length, by fits, he darkly told, With broken hint, and shuddering cold That he had seen, right certainly, A shape with amice wrapp'd around, With a wrought Spanish baldric bound, Like pilgrim from beyond the sea; And knew-but how it matter'd not It was the wizard, Michael Scott. XXVII. The anxious crowd, with horror pale, And he a solemn sacred plight Some to St. Modan made their vows, Some to St. Mary of the Lowes, All for the weal of Michael's soul. While vows were ta'en, and prayers were pray'd, 'Tis said the noble dame, dismay'd, Renounced, for aye, dark magic's aid. XXVIII. Naught of the bridal will I tell, Which after in short space befell; Nor how brave sons and daughters fair Bless'd Teviot's Flower, and Cranstoun's heir: After such dreadful scene, 'twere vain Of penitence and prayer divine XXIX. With naked foot, and sackcloth vest, The standers-by might hear uneath,* Silent and slow, like ghosts they glide And there they knelt them down: Above the suppliant chieftains wave The banners of departed brave; Beneath the letter'd stones were laid The ashes of their fathers dead; From many a garnish'd niche around, Stern saints and tortured martyrs frown'd. ΧΧΧ. And slow up the dim aisle afar, In long procession came; With the Redeemer's name. And bless'd them as they kneel'd; With holy cross he sign'd them all, And pray'd they might be sage in hall, And fortunate in field. Then mass was sung and prayers were said. * Scarcely hear. And far the echoing aisles prolong SOLVET SÆCLUM IN FAVILLA; Were it meet with sacred strain To close my lay, so light and vain, Thus the holy Fathers sung: XXXI. HYMN FOR THE DEAD. That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead, Oh! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away. HUSH'Dis the harp-the Minstrel gone, No; close beneath proud Newark's tower, HENRY LORD MONTAGU, ETC., ETC., ETC., THIS ROMANCE IS INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR. ADVERTISEMENT TO THE FIRST EDITION. It is hardly to be expected that an author whom the Public have honored with some degree of applause should not be again a trespasser on their kindness. Yet the Author of MARMION must be supposed to feel some anxiety concerning its success, since he is sensible that he hazards by this second intrusion, any reputation which his first poem may have procured him. The present story turns upon the private adventures of a fictitious character; but is called a Tale of Flodden Field, because the hero's fate is connected with that memorable defeat, and the causes which led to it. The design of the Author was, if pos sible, to apprise his readers, at the outset, of the date of his Story, and to prepare them for the manners of the Age in which it is laid. Any Historical Narrative, far more an attempt at Epic composition, exceeded his plan of a Romantic Tale; yet he may be permitted to hope, from the popularity of THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL, that an attempt to paint the manners of the feudal times, upon a broader scale, and in the course of a more interesting story, will not be unacceptable to the Public. The Poem opens about the commencement of August, and concludes with the defeat of Flodden, 9th September, 1513. ASHESTIEL, 1808. 48 |