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We shall walk to more through the sorten plain
A THING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY
FROM "ENDYMION," BOOK 1.
A Thing of beauty is a joy forever :
Spreading herbs and flowerets bright
Then into the night he looked forth ;
Were dancing in the glowing north. So had he seen, in fair Castile,
The youth in glittering squadrons start, Sudden the flying jennet wheel,
And hurl the unexpected dart. He knew, by the streamers that shot so brigh., That spirits were riding the northern light.
By a steel-clenched postern door,
They entered now the chancel tall ; The darkened roof rose high aloof
On pillars lofty and light and small; The keystone, that locked each ribbed aisle, Was a fleur-de-lys, or a quatre-feuille : The corbells were carved grotesque and grim ; And the pillars, with clustered shafts so trim, With base and with capital Nourished around, Seemed bundles of lances which garlands had
FROM "THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL" CANTO II.
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
Full many a scutcheon and banner, riven,
Around the screenèd altar's pale ;
And thine, dark Knight of Liddesdale !
O fading honors of the dead ! O high ambition, lowly laid !
The scouts had parted on their search,
The castle gates were barred ; Above the gloomy portal arch, Timing his footsteps to a march,
The warder kept his guard ; Low humming, as he paced along, Some ancient Border-gathering song.
The moon on the east oriel shone
By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou woulust have thought some fairy's hand "Twixt poplars straight the osier wand
In many a freakish knot had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone. The silver light, so pale and faint, Showed many a prophet, and many a saint,
Whose image on the glass was dyed ;
And trampled the Apostate's pride.
Sir WALTER SCOTT.
A distant trampling sound he hears ; He looks abroad, and soon appears, O'er Horncliff hill, a plump of spears,
Beneath a pennon gay ;
Before the dark array.
His bugle-horn he blew ;
For well the blast he knew ; And joyfully that knight did call To sewer, squire, and seneschal.
FROM "MARMION," CANTO 1.
[The ruinous castle of Norham (anciently called Ubbanford) is situated on the southern bank of the Tweed, about six miles above Berwick, and where that river is still the boundary between Eng. land and Scotland. The extent of its ruins, as well as its historical importance, shows it to have been a place of magnihcence as well as strength. Edward I. resided there when he was created uinpire of the dispute concerning the Scottish succession. It was repeatcdly taken and retaken during the wars between England and Scotland, and, indeed, scarce any happened in which it had not a principal share. Norham Castle is situated on a steep bank which overhangs the river. The ruins of the castle are at present considerable, as well as picturesque They consist of a large shattered tower, with many vaults, and fragments of other edifices cnclosed within an outward wall of great circuit.]
“Now broach ye a pipe of Malvoisie,
Bring pasties of the doe,
And all our trumpets blow;
Lord Marmion waits below." Then to the castle's lower ward
Sped forty yeomen tall, The iron-studded gates unbarred, Raised the portcullis' ponderous guard, The lofty palisade unsparred,
And let the drawbridge fall.
Day set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep,
And Cheviot's mountains lone :
In yellow lustre shone.
Seemed forms of giant height;
In lines of dazzling light.
Along the bridge Lord Marmion rode,
But more through toil than age ;
St. George's banner, broad and gay,
Less bright, and less, was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower,
So heavily it hung.