Not for fair Devon's meads forsake Thus while I ape the measure wild Though scarce a puny streamlet's speed By the green hill and clear-blue heaven.. Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green; * I deem'd such nooks the sweetest shade [MS." The lonely hill, the rocky tower, That caught attention's wakening hour."! 9 [MS." Recesses where the woodbine grew,”] And still I thought that shatter'd tower1 With some strange tale bewitch'd my mind, Down from that strength had spurr'd their horse, Far in the distant Cheviots blue, By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold; When, pouring from their Highland height, Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While stretch'd at length upon the floor," Again I fought each combat o'er, [Smailholm Tower, in Berwickshire, the scene of the Author: infancy, is situated about two miles from Dryburgh Abbey.] ខ [The two next couplets are not in the MS.] [MS.-"While still with mimic hosts of shells, Again my sport the combat tells Onward the Scottish Lion bore, The scatter'd Southron fled before "1 Pebbles and shells, in order laid, And onward still the Scottish Lion bore, Still, with vain fondness, could I trace, That brighten'd at our evening fire! From the thatch'd mansion's grey-hair'd Sire,' Whose life and manners well could paint [See notes on The Eve of St. John, in the Border Minstrelsy, vol. iv.; and the Author's Introduction to the Minstrelsy, vol. i., p. 101, ante. 2 [Robert Scott of Sandyknows, the grandfather of the Poet.] 3 Upon revising the Poem, it seems proper to mention that the lines, "Whose doom discording neighbours sought, have been unconsciously borrowed from a passage in Dryden's beautiful epistle to John Driden of Chesterton.-1808. Note to Second Edit. 4 [MS.-" The student, gentleman, and saint." The reverend gentleman alluded to was Mr. John Martin, minis ter of Mertoun, in which parish Smailholm Tower is situated.] But half a plague, and half a jest, For me, thus nurtured, dost thou ask The classic poet's well-conn'd task? Nay, Erskine, nay-On the wild hill Let the wild heath-bell flourish still; Cherish the tulip, prune the vine, But freely let the woodbine twine, And leave untrimm'd the eglantine : Nay, my friend, nay-Since oft thy prais Hath given fresh vigour to my lays; Since oft thy judgment could refine My flatten'd thought, or cumbrous line: Still kind, as is thy wont, attend, And in the minstrel spare the friend. Though wild as cloud, as stream, as gale, Flow forth, flow unrestrain'd, my Tale! MARMION. CANTO THIRD. The Hostel, or Inn. I. THE livelong day Lord Marmion rode : [MS." They might not choose the easier road. For many a forayer w is abroad."] G |