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MARMION.
But yet, though thick the shafts as snow,1030Though charging knights like whirlwinds go,Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring;The stubborn spear-men still made goodTheir dark impenetrable wood,1035Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.No thought was there of dastard flight;Link'd in the serried phalanx tight,Groom fought like noble, squire like knight,1040 As fearlessly and well;Till utter darkness closed her wingO'er their thin host and wounded King.Then skilful Surrey's sage commandsLed back from strife his shatter'd bands;1045 And from the charge they drew,As mountain-waves, from wasted lands, Sweep back to ocean blue.Then did their loss his foemen know;Their King, their Lords, their mightiest low,1050They melted from the field, as snow,When streams are swoln and south winds blow Dissolves in silent dew.Tweed's echoes heard the ceaseless plash, While many a broken band,1055Disorder'd, through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land;To town and tower, to down and dale,To tell red Flodden's dismal tale,And raise the universal wail.1060Tradition, legend, tune, and song,Shall many an age that wail prolong:Still from the sire the son shall hearOf the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field,1065Where shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield!
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