...havoc mark their way, Near Sybil's Cross the plunderers stray. 4O, Lady," cried the Monk, "away ! " And placed her on her steed, And led her to the chapel fair, Of Tillmouth upon Tweed. There all the night they spent in prayer, , And at the dawn of morning, there...

...rain ; Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Wild and disorderly. But as they left the darkening heath, More desperate grew the strife of death. The English shafts in volleys hailed, In headlong charge their horse assailed : Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep,...

...Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Wild and disorderly. * * * But as they left the darkening heath, More desperate grew the strife of death. The English shafts in volleys hailed, In headlong charge their horse assailed ; Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep,...

...battle's deadly swell ; For »till the Scote around their King; Unbroken, fought in desperate ring. But aa they left the dark'ning heath, More desperate grew the strife of death. Tlio English shafts in Tollies hailed, In headlong charge their hors» amulad : Front, flank, and rear...

...havoc mark their way, .Near Sybil's Cross the plunderers strav, " Oh ! lady," cried the Monk, " away P* And placed her on her steed ; And led her to the chapel...the dawn of morning, there She met her kinsman, Lord Fitz-Clnre. xxxiv. But as they left vue dark'ning heath, More desperate grew the strife of death. The...

...havoc mark their way, Near Sybil's Cross the plunderers stray, " 0 Ludy," cried the Monk, " away1." And placed her on her steed, And led her to the chapel fai?, Of Tilhuouth upon Tweed. There all the night they spent in prayer, And at the dawn of morning,...

...mark their way, Near Sybil's Cross the plunderers stray. — u 0 Lady," cried the Monk, " away ! "— And placed her on her steed ; And led her to the chapel fair, 25 Of Tilmouth upon Tweed. There all the night they spent in prayer, And, at the dawn of morning, there...

...mark their way, Near Syhil's Cross the plunderers stray. — ' 0 Lady,' cried the Monk, ' away ! ' — And placed her on her steed ; And led her to the chapel fair, And, at the dawn of morning, there She met her kinsman, Lord Fitz-Clare. 34 Bnt as they left the dark'ning...

...[Clara, as the night falls, is extricated from the field by the monk.] But as they left the darkening heath, More desperate grew the strife of death. The English shafts in volleys hail'd, In headlong charge their horse assail'd: Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep,...

...On, Stanley, on !" . . . Were the last words of Marmion. " O lady," cried the monk, " away !" — 710 And placed her on her steed, And led her to the chapel...morning, there She met her kinsman, Lord Fitz-Clare. — Day dawns upon the mountain's side : There, Scotland ! lay thy bravest pride — Chiefs, knights,...