Marmion (poem)

"Profand the God-given strength, and marrd the lofty line."

"Just at the age twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth."

"When, musing on companions gone, We doubly feel ourselves alone."

"When Prussia hurried to the field, And snatchd the spear, but left the shield."

"In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles wars rattle With groans of the dying."

"O, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!"

"O, Woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!"

"To all, to each, a fair good-night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light!"

"And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine."

"The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell."

"Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Floddens fatal field, Where shiverd was fair Scotlands spear, And broken was her shield!"

"Stood for his country’s glory fast, And nail’d her colours to the mast!"