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But soon their mood was changed :
Of something disarranged.
Some clamoured loud for armour lost;
By Becket's bones,” cried one,
Help, gentle Blount ! help, comrades all !
Better we had through mire and bush
Nor wholly understood,
He knew Lord Marmion's mood. Him, ere be issued forth, he sought, And found deep plunged in gloomy thought,
And did his tale display
To cause such disarray.
? Alias Will o' the Wisp. See Note.
Young Henry Blount meanwhile the cost
horse's plight? Fairies have ridden him all the night,
And left him in a foam !
To their infernal home :