Thursday, August 25, 2005

Ah literature

Marmion: Canto vi Stanza 17
XVII.

'In brief my lord, we both descried— For then I stood by Henry's side— The Palmer mount and outwards ride Upon the earl's own favorite steed. All sheathed he was in armor bright, And much resembled that same knight Subdued by you in Cotswold fight; Lord Angus wished him speed.'— The instant that Fitz-Eustace spoke, A sudden light on Marmion broke:— 'Ah! dastard fool, to reason lost!' He muttered; ''T was nor fay nor ghost I met upon the moonlight wold, But living man of earthly mould.— O dotage blind and gross! Had I but fought as wont, one thrust Had laid De Wilton in the dust, My path no more to cross.— How stand we now?— he told his tale To Douglas, and with some avail; 'T was therefore gloomed his rugged brow.— Will Surrey dare to entertain 'Gainst Marmion charge disproved and vain? Small risk of that, I trow. Yet Clare's sharp questions must I shun, Must separate Constance from the nun— Oh! what a tangled web we weave When first we practise to deceive! A Palmer too!— no wonder why I felt rebuked beneath his eye; I might have known there was but one Whose look could quell Lord Marmion.'

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