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CANTO VI.
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XXXV.Day dawns upon the mountain's side:—There, Scotland! lay thy bravest pride,Chiefs, knights, and nobles, many a one:1070The sad survivors all are gone.—View not that corpse mistrustfully,Defaced and mangled though it be;Nor to yon Border castle high,Look northward with upbraiding eye;1075 Nor cherish hope in vain,That, journeying far on foreign strand,The Royal Pilgrim to his land May yet return again.He saw the wreck his rashness wrought;1080Reckless of life, he desperate fought, And fell on Flodden plain:And well in death his trusty brand,Firm clench'd within his manly hand, Beseem'd the monarch slain.1085But, O! how changed since yon blithe night!Gladly I turn me from the sight, Unto my tale again.
XXXVI.Short is my tale:—Fitz-Eustace' careA pierced and mangled body bare1090To moated Lichfield's lofty pile;And there, beneath the southern aisle,A tomb, with Gothic sculpture fair,Did long Lord Marmion's image bear,(Now vainly for its site you look;1095'Twas levell'd, when fanatic BrookThe fair cathedral storm'd and took;But, thanks to Heaven, and good Saint Chad,A guerdon meet the spoiler had!)There erst was martial Marmion found,1100His feet upon a couchant hound,
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