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MARMION.
The moon among the clouds rose high,And all the city hum was by.Upon the street, where late beforeDid din of war and warriors roar,555 You might have heard a pebble fall,A beetle hum, a cricket sing,An owlet flap his boding wing On Giles's steeple tall.The antique buildings, climbing high,560Whose Gothic frontlets sought the sky, Were here wrapt deep in shade;There on their brows the moon-beam broke,Through the faint wreaths of silvery smoke, And on the casements play'd.565 And other light was none to see,  Save torches gliding far, Before some chieftain of degree, Who left the royal revelry  To bowne him for the war.—570A solemn scene the Abbess chose;A solemn hour, her secret to disclose.
XXI.'O, holy Palmer!' she began,—'For sure he must be sainted man,Whose blessed feet have trod the ground575Where the Redeemer's tomb is found,—For His dear Church's sake, my taleAttend, nor deem of light avail,Though I must speak of worldly love,—How vain to those who wed above!—580De Wilton and Lord Marmion woo'dClara de Clare, of Gloster's blood;(Idle it were of Whitby's dame,To say of that same blood I came;)And once, when jealous rage was high,585Lord Marmion said despiteously,
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