Marmion by Sir Walter Scott
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He is a man of mirthful speech,
Can many a game and gambol teach; Full well at tables can he play, And sweep at bowls the stake away. None can a lustier carol bawl; The needfullest among us all, When time hangs heavy in the hall, And snow comes thick at Christmas-tide, And we can neither hunt, nor ride A foray on the Scottish side. The vowed revenge of Bughtrig rude, May end in worse than loss of hood. Let Friar John, in safety, still In chimney-corner snore his fill, Roast hissing crabs, or flagons swill: Last night to Norham there came one, Will better guide Lord Marmion." "Nephew," quoth Heron, "by my fay, Well hast thou spoke; say forth thy say." XXIII. "Here is a holy Palmer come From Salem first, and last from Rome: One that hath kissed the blessed tomb, And visited each holy shrine In Araby and Palestine; On hills of Armenie hath been, Where Noah's ark may yet be seen; By that Red Sea, too, hath he trod, |
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