THE WORKS OF WALTER SCOTT, ESQ. EmNBUROH: Printed by James Ballantyne & Co. THE WORKS OF .1:,.., WALTER SCOTT, ESQ. ~ VOLUME FIFTH, CONTAINING MARMION; A TALE OF FLODDEN FIELO. EDINBURGH: pal.TaD .oa LONGMAN AHb CO. WILLLUI MILLU, AND JOHlJ KURJlAY, LOHDON; AND ~a CONSTABLB AND CO. AND JOHlJ BALLANTYNE AlID CO. EDINBURGH. 1815. MARMION. IN SIX CANTOS. TO • THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY, LORD MONT AGU, ~c. ~c. ~c. THIS ROMANCE IS INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR. ADVERTISEMENT. IT u hardly to be expected, that an Author, whom the Public hal ',onoured with lome degree qf applaule, lhould not be again a trupauer on their lcindnell. Yet the Author qf MAJU4ION mUll be IUppOled to fee/lome an.riety concern­ ing itl IUCcell, mace he u lenlible that he hazardl, by tMI lecond intrulion, any reputation which hil fir&t Poem ma!J hatle procured him. The prelent Story tvmIupon the pritlate adtlenturel of a jictitiotu cllaracter; but u called a Tale qf Flodden Field, becaUlt: the lJero', fate i" connected with that memorable defeat, and the catuel which led to it. TIle duign qfthe Author WtU, ifpo"ible, to apprize hil readerl, o.t the outlet, of the do.te ofhil Story, and to prepare them for the 77I(Innm qf the Age in whicll it i" laid. An!J HUlo­ rical narralit1e, far more an attempt aI Epic compOlition, ercuded hi" plan qf a Romantic· Tale; !Jet he ma,y be per­ nUtted to hope, from the popularity of THE LAy OF THE Lo\ST MINSTREL, that an altempt to paint the mannerl qf the feudal timel, upon a broader leale, and in the COUTIe qf a more intereltirag Itory, will '/Wt be unacceptable to the Public. The Poem opens about the commencement ofAugtut, and concludel with the dqeat qfFlodden, 9tl, September~ 1513. CONTENTS. PAO. 1rtInIdlIdiOli '0 Cnto I .. To WILLUM STBWART ROIB, Eaq. 1 CANTO I. 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NOVEMBEB'SSky is chill and dI'e8t, November's leaf is red and sear: ute, gazing doWn the .steepy linn, That hems our little garden in, Low in itI dark and narrow glen, You scan:e the rivulet might ken, So thick the tangled green-wood grew, So feeble trilled the streamlet through: Now, murmuring hoarse, &:00 frequent seen Through buab and brier, DO loager greeD, Ai • INTRODUCTION An angry brook, it sweeps the glade, Brawls over rock and wild cascade, And, fOllIDing brown with doubled speed, .. Hurries its waters to the Tweed. No longer Autumn's glowing red Upon our.Forest hills is shea; No more, beneath the evening beam, Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam; Away hath pused the heather-bell, That bloomed 110 rich on N eedpath-fell ; Sallow his ,brqw, and I'Ull8et bare Are DOW the sister-heights of Yare. The sheep, befQre the.pin('hing heaven, To sheltered ~e IPld down are driven, Where yet some faded herbege pines, And yet a watery sun-beam shines : In meek despondency they· eye The withered sward agd wintry sky, TO CANTO FIR8T. 5 And far beneath their IUJDm~r hill, Stray sadly by Gleokinooo's rill: The shepherd shifts his mantle's fold, And wraps him closer from the cold; His dogs DO merry circles wheel, But, shivering, follow at his heel ; A cowering ~e they often cast, .AB deeper IDOUII the gathering blast. My imps, though hardy, bold, and wild, As best befits the mountain child, Feel the sad influence of the hour, And wail the daisy's vanished Sower; Their 8U1D1Der gamhols tell, and mourn, And anxious uk,-Will spring return, And birds aod lambs again be gay, And blOll8ODlS clothe the hawthorn spray? Yell, prattlers, yes. The daisy's tlower Again shall paiut your IIUmmer bower; , INTBODucnON Again the hawthorn shall supply . The garlands you delight to tie; The lambs upon the lea shall bound~ The wild birda carol to the roeod~ And while you frolic light as they ~ Too short shall aeem the sUlQlDer day. To mute eod to material tbiDp New life revolving summer brings; The geoial c:all dead ,Nature hears, And in her glory re-appean. But Oh! my «;ouotry's wiotry staCe What secood sprWg shall renovate? ,What }>(?werful call shall bid ariae 'The burie~ warlike, and the wise; The mind, that thought for Britain's weal, The bawl, that grasped the victor steel? The vernal SUD new life bestows Even QO the IIleaIIe8t ~qwer that blows; TO CANTO PIBI'I'. 7 But vainly, ...,., 11181 be aIUae, Where Glory weeps o'er N Jl.L80N'. -..me ; And vainly pierce the solemn gloom, That shrouds, 0 PITT, thy ba1lowed loah ! Deep graved in every BriIiah heart, o never let those. JUUIle8 depMt! Say to your lOos,-Lo, J.e his grave, Who victor died on Gadite wave; To him, as to the banaios levin, Short, bright, ~ coone wu given; Where'er his couatry's foes were found, Was beard the fated. thuder'. IlOEci, Till bunt the bolt OB yoodel" shore, Rolled, blazed, destroyed,--MMl was uO more. Nor moat ye less his pefisbeci worth, Who bade the conqueror go fGnII, And launched that tlnmderboIt Of war On Egypt, Hafnia,· Trafalgar; • Copenbagen. s INTRODUCTION Who, born to guide llUch high emprize, For Britain's weal was early wise : Alu! to whom the Almighty gave, For Britain's sins, an early grave; His worth, who, in his mightiest hour, A bauble held the pride of power, SPumed at the IOI'did lust of pelf, And eerved his Albion for herself ;' Who, when the frantic crowd amain Strained at subjection's bUl'llting reia, O'er their wild mood full conquest gained, The pride, he would DOt cnub, restrained, Shewed their fierce zeal a worthier auue, And brought the freeman's arm.to aid the free­ inan's laws, Had'at thou but lived, though strippedof power, A watchman on the lonely tower, Thy thrilling tnunp bad J'OUIIed the land, When fraud or danger were at hand ; TO CANTO FIRST. -9 By thee, as by the beacon-light, Our pilots bad kept course aright; As lOme proud column, though alone, Thy strength bad propp'd the tottering throne. Now is the stately column broke, The beacoD-ligbt is queoched in smoke, The trumpet's silver lOund is still, The warder silent on the hill ! Oh, think, bow to his latest day, When Death, just hoveriDg, claimed hi! prey, With Palinore's UDBItered mood, Fum at his cJanserous post be stood; . E.cb call for needful rest repelled, With dying band the rUdder held, Till, in his fall, with fateful sway, The steerage of the realm gave way ! Then, while on Britain's thousand plaios, One UDpolluted cburc:h remains, ­ Whose peaceful bella ne'er sent arouod The bloody tocsin's maddening .1IOUDd, 10 DiTllODUCTlON But still, upon the hallowed day, Convoke the swains to pnise aod pray ; While faith and civil peace are dear, Grace this cold marble with a tear,- He, who preserved them, PITT, lies "ere! Nor yet suppress the generous lligh~ Because hi:I Rivals_hers nigta; ,. • Nor be thy requiercat dumb, Lest it be said o'er Fox'. tomb. For taloots mourn, untimely lollt, When best employed, aDd 'WlBted most. Mourn genius high, aud lore profound, And wit that lOved to play, not wouad; And all the reasoning powers diviDe~ To penetrate, resol~e, combine; And feelings keen, and fancy'. glow,­ They sleep with him who sleeps below: And, if thou mourn'st"tIIey coaId Dot save From error him who owns dai.s grave, Be every harsher thought suppresaed, ADd ,sacred be the last long rest. TO CANTO FIIl8T. 11 Here, where the end of earthly things Lays heroes, patriots, bards, and kiogs; Where stiff the hand1 and still the toogue, Of those who fought, and spoke, and snog ; Here, where the fretted aisles proloDK The distant DOtes of holy song, As if some angel spoke ageD, All peace 00 earth, good-will to men; Ifever from an English heart, o here let prejudice depart, And, partial feeling cut aide, Record, that Fox a Briton died! When Europe crouched to Fruce's yoke, And Austria bent, and Pruasia broke, And the firm Russian's purpoIe brave Was bartered by a bmorou slave, Even then dillhonour's peace he spumed, The sullied olive-branch returned, Stood for biB country's glory fast, ADd IIliled her colour. to the milt. til INTRODUCTION Heaven, to rewtrd his firmness, gave A portion in this honoured grave; And ne'er held marble in its trust Of two stich wonderous men the dust. With more than mortal powers endowed, How high they soared above the crowd! Theirs was DO common party race, . Jostling by dllrk intrigue for place ; Like fabled GodI, their miahty war Shook realms and nations in its jar ; Beneath each banner proud to stand, Looked up the noblest of the land, Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone. Spells of such force DO wizard grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave, Though his could drain the ocean dry, And force the planets from the sky.