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CANTO IV.
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XII.Another aspect Crichtoun show'd,As through its portal Marmion rode;But yet 'twas melancholy stateReceived him at the outer gate;240For none were in the Castle then,But women, boys, or aged men.With eyes scarce dried, the sorrowing dame,To welcome noble Marmion, came;Her son, a stripling twelve years old,245Proffer'd the Baron's rein to hold;For each man that could draw a swordHad march'd that morning with their lord,Earl Adam Hepburn,—he who diedOn Flodden, by his sovereign's side.250Long may his Lady look in vain!She ne'er shall see his gallant train,Come sweeping back through Crichtoun-Dean.'Twas a brave race, before the nameOf hated Bothwell stain'd their fame.
XIII.255And here two days did Marmion rest, With every rite that honour claims,Attended as the King's own guest;— Such the command of Royal James,Who marshall'd then his land's array,260Upon the Borough-moor that lay.Perchance he would not foeman's eyeUpon his gathering host should pry,Till full prepared was every bandTo march against the English land.265Here while they dwelt, did Lindesay's witOft cheer the Baron's moodier fit;And, in his turn, he knew to prizeLord Marmion's powerful mind, and wise,—Train'd in the lore of Rome and Greece,270And policies of war and peace.
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