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The chanters sung, the bells did toll,

The Bishop mass was saying-
For now the year brought round again
The day the luckless King was slain-
In Katharine's aisle the Monarch knelt,
With sackcloth-shirt, and iron belt,

And eyes with sorrow streaming ;
Around him in their stalls of state,
The Thistle's Knight-Companions sate,

Their banners o'er them beaming.
I too was there, and, sooth to tell,
Bedeafend with the jangling knell,
Was watching where the sunbeams fell,

Through the stain'd casement gleaming ;
But, while I mark'd what next befell,

It seem'd as I were dreaming.
Stepp'd from the crowd a ghostly wight,
In azure gown, with cincture white;
His forehead bald, his head was bare,
Down hung at length his yellow hair.-
Now, mock me not, when, good my Lord,
I pledge to you my knightly word,
That, when I saw his placid grace,
His simple majesty of face,
His solemn bearing, and his pace

So stately gliding on-
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the death of his father, their founder, he was seized with deep remorse, which manifested itself in severe penances. See a following Note on stanza ix, of canto v. The battle of Sauchieburn, in which James III, fell, was fought 18th June, 1488.

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And, three days since, had judged your aim
Was but to make your guest your game.
But I have seen, since past the Tweed,
What much has changed my sceptic creed,
And made me credit aught."— He staid,
And seem'd to wish his words unsaid:
But, hy that strong emotion press’d,
Which prompts us to unload our breast,

Even when discovery's pain,
To Lindesay did at length unfold
The tale his village host had told,

At Gifford, to his train.
Nought of the Palmer says he there,
And nought of Constance, or of Clare;
The thoughts, which broke bis sleep, he seems
To mention but as feverish dreams.

XIX. “In vain," said he,“ to rest I spread My burning limbs, and couch'd my head :

Fantastic thoughts return'd;
And, by their wild dominion led,

My heart within me burn'd.
So sore was the delirious goad,
I took my steed, and forth I rode,
And, as the moon shone bright and cold,
Soon reach'd the camp upon the wold.
The southern entrance I pass'd through,
And halted, and my bugle blew.

Methought an answer met my ear,
Yet was the blast so low and drear,
So hollow, and so faintly blown,
It might be echo of my own.

XX.
"Thus judging, for a little space
I listen'd, ere I left the place;

But scarce could trust my eyes,
Nor yet can think they served me true,
When sudden in the ring I view,
In form distinct of shape and hue,

A mounted champion risc.-
I've fought, Lord-Lion, many a day,
In single fight, and mix'd affray,
And ever, I myself may say,

Have borne me as a knight;
But when this unexpected foe
Seem'd starting from the gulf below,-
I care not though the truth I show,-

I trembled with affright;
And as I placed in rest my spear,
My hand so shook for very fear,

I scarce could couch it right.

XXI. " Why need my tongue the issue tell ? We ran our course, - my charger fell ; What could he 'gainst the shock of hell?

I roll'd upon the plain. High o'er my head, with threatening hand, The spectre shook his naked brand,

Yet did the worst remain :

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