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De Wilton, erst of Aberley,765The self-same thundering voice did say.— But then another spoke:'Thy fatal summons I deny,And thine infernal Lord defy,Appealing me to Him on high,770 Who burst the sinner's yoke.'At that dread accent, with a scream,Parted the pageant like a dream, The summoner was gone.Prone on her face the Abbess fell,775And fast, and fast, her beads did tell;Her nuns came, startled by the yell, And found her there alone.She mark'd not, at the scene aghast,What time, or how, the Palmer pass'd.
XXVII.780Shift we the scene.—The camp doth move, Dun-Edin's streets are empty now,Save when, for weal of those they love, To pray the prayer, and vow the vow,The tottering child, the anxious fair,785The grey-hair'd sire, with pious care,To chapels and to shrines repair—Where is the Palmer now? and whereThe Abbess, Marmion, and Clare?—Bold Douglas! to Tantallon fair790 They journey in thy charge:Lord Marmion rode on his right hand,The Palmer still was with the band;Angus, like Lindesay, did command, That none should roam at large.795But in that Palmer's altered mienA wondrous change might now be seen; Freely he spoke of war,Of marvels wrought by single hand,When lifted for a native land;800And still look'd high, as if he plann'd
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