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That heart, she said, is lightly priz'u,
Which is too lightly won ;
Who yields her love too soon.
Lord PERCY made a solemn feast
In Alnwick's princely hall;
His chiefs and barons all.
With wassel mirth, and revelry
around : Lord Percy, callid for long and harp,
And pipes of martial found.
The Minstrels of thy noble house,
All clad in robes of blue,
Attend in order due.
The great atchievements of thy race
They sung : their high command : 16 How valiant Mainfred o'er the seas
First led his northern band. *
« Brave Galfred next to Normandy
66 With venturous Rollo came; 6 And from his Norman Castles won
6. Aflum'd the Percy name.t
* See Dugdale's Baronage, pag. 269, &c.
+ In lower Normandy are three places of the name of Percy: whence the family took the surname of Dr PERCY.
“ They sung, how in the conqueror's fleet
" Lord William hip'd his powers, " And gain'd a fair young Saxon bride
" With all her lands and towers. *
" Then journeying to the Holy Land,
“ There bravely fought and dy'd : " But firft the silver Crescent wan,
“ Some Paynim Soldan's pride.
" They fung how Agnes, beauteous heir,
“ The queen's own brother wed “ Lord Jolceline, sprung from Charlemagne,
" In princely Brabant bred. +
* William de Percy, (fifth in descent from Galfred or Geffrey de Percy, son of Mainfred,) affilled in the conquest of England, and had given him the large pofsessions in Yorkshire, of Emma de Porte, (so the Norman writers name her,) whose father, a great Saxon lord, had been flain fighting along with Harold. This young lady, William from a principle of honour and generosity, married : for having had all her laods beftowed upon him by the conqueror," he (to use the “ words of the old Whitby Chronicle) wedded hyr that
heire to them, in discharging of his confci" ence." See Harl. MSS. 692. (26)-He died at Mountjoy near Jerusalem in the first crusade.
+ Agnes de Percy, sole heiress of her house, married Josceline de Lovain, youngest son of Godfrey Barbatus, duke of Brabant, and brother of queen Adeliza, second wife of king Henry I. He took the name of Percy, and was ancestor of the earls of Northumber. land. His son lord Richard de Percy was one of the twenty-fix barons, chosen to see the Magna Charta duly observed.
6. How he the Percy name revivid,
" And how his noble line " Still foremost in their country's cause
“ With godlike ardour shine:”
With loud acclaims the listening crowd
Applaud the masters' song,
The theme of every tongue.
Now high heroic acts they tell,
Their perils paft recall :
Step'd forward thro' the hall.
She Bertram courteously address'd;
And kneeling on her knee; Şir knight, the lady of thy love
Hath sent this gift to thee.
Then forth the drew a glittering helme
Well-plated many a fold, The casque was wrought of tempered steel,
The crest of burnish'd gold.
Sir knight, thy lady sends thee this,
And yields to be thy bride,
Where sharpeft blows are try'd.
Young Bertram took the thining helme
And thrice he kiss'd the fame :
With deeds of noblest fame.
Lord Percy and his baron's bold
Then fix upon a day To scour the marches, late oppressa
And Scottish wrongs repay.
The knights assembled on the hills
A thousand horse and more ; Brave Widdrington, tho' sunk in years,
The Percy-Itandard bore.
Tweed's limpid current foon they pass, And range
the borders round; Down the green slopes of Tiviotdale
Their bugle horns resound.
As when a lion in his den
Hath heard the hunters' cries, And rushes forth to meet his foes,
So did the DOUGLAS rise.
Attendant on their chief's command
A thousand warriors wait; And now the fatal hour drew on
Of cruel keen debate.
A chosen troop of Scottish youths
Advance before the rest ; Lord Percy mark'd their gallant mein,
And thus his friend address’d.
Now, Bertram, prove thy Lady's helme,
Attack yon forward band ; Dead or alive I'll rescue thee,
Or perish by their hand.
Young Bertram, bow'd with glad alent,
And spur'd his eager ftced, And calling on his Lady's name,
Rush'd forth with whirlwind speed.
As when a grove of Sapling oaka
The livid lightning reade;
Sir Bertram's sword descends.
This way and that be drives the feel,
And keenly pierces thro';
With furious force he New.
Now closing fast on every fide
They hem Sir Bertram round: But dauntless he repels their rage,
And deals forth many a wounds
The vigour of his fingle arm
Had well-nigh won the field; When ponderous fell a Scottish are,
And clove his lifted shield.
Another blow his temples took,
And reft his helme in twain
His blood bedewed the plain.
Lord Percy saw his champion fall
Amid the unequal fight
Let's fave this gallant knight.