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Marmion by Bayne, Thomas, Scott, Walter, Sir, 1771-1832

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Editor's Preface. I. Scott At Ashestiel.

Ii. Composition Of 'marmion.'

Iii. Characteristics Of The Poem.

Iv. Criticisms Of The Poem.

V. The Text Of The Poem.

Canto First. The Castle. I.

Ii. Iii. Iv. V.

Vi. Vii. Viii. Ix.

Xvi. Xvii. Xviii. Xix.

Xxv. Xxvi. Xxvii.

Xxviii. Xxix. Xxx.

Xxxi. Introduction To Canto Second. To The Rev John Marriott, A. M.

Canto Second. The Convent. 1.

V. Vi. Vii. Viii.

Xii. Xiii. Xiv.

Xv. Xvi. Xvii. Xviii.

Xxii. Xxiii. Xxiv.

Xxv. Xxvi. Xxvii.

Xxviii. Xxix. Xxx.

Xxxi. Xxxii. Xxxiii.

Introduction To Canto Third. To William Erskine, Esq.

Canto Third. The Hostel, Or Inn. I. Ii.

Vii. Viii. Ix. X.

Xxv. Xxvi. Xxvii. Xxviii.

Xxix. Xxx. Xxxi.

Introduction To Canto Fourth. To James Skene, Esq.

Canto Fourth. The Camp.

Xxii. Xxiii. Xxiv.

Xxv. Xxvi. Xxvii. Xxviii.

To George Ellis, Esq.

Canto Fifth. The Court. I. Ii.

Xi. Xii. Lochinvar.

Xxxiv. Introduction To Canto Sixth. To Richard Heber, Esq.

Canto Sixth. The Battle. Ii.

Xxxv. Xxxvi. Xxxvii.

Xxxviii. To The Reader. Notes

Introduction To Canto Second.

Introduction To Canto Third.

Introduction To Canto Fourth.

Introduction To Canto Fifth.

Introduction To Canto Sixth.

XXIII.

'Soon as the midnight bell did ring, Alone, and arm'd, forth rode the King 435 To that old camp's deserted round: Sir Knight, you well might mark the mound, Left hand the town,--the Pictish race, The trench, long since, in blood did trace; The moor around is brown and bare, 440 The space within is green and fair. The spot our village children know, For there the earliest wild-flowers grow; But woe betide the wandering wight, That treads its circle in the night! 445 The breadth across, a bowshot clear, Gives ample space for full career; Opposed to the four points of heaven, By four deep gaps are entrance given. The southernmost our Monarch past, 450 Halted, and blew a gallant blast; And on the north, within the ring, Appeared the form of England's King, Who then a thousand leagues afar, In Palestine waged holy war: 455 Yet arms like England's did he wield, Alike the leopards in the shield, Alike his Syrian courser's frame, The rider's length of limb the same: Long afterwards did Scotland know, 460 Fell Edward was her deadliest foe.

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