Never, O never! CHORUS. Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never!
XI.
Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden’s breast, Ruin, and leave her?In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war’s rattle With groans of the dying. CHORUS. Eleu loro, &c. There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O’er the false-hearted; His warm blood the wolf shall lap, Ere life be parted.Shame and dishonour sit By his grave ever; Blessing shall hallow it,- Never, O never. CHORUS. Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never!
XII.
It ceased, the melancholy sound; And silence sunk on all around. The air was sad; but sadder still It fell on Marmion’s ear, And plain’d as if disgrace and ill, And shameful death, were near.He drew his mantle past his face, Between it and the band, And rested with his head a space, Reclining on his hand.His thoughts I scan not; but I ween, That, could their import have been seen, The meanest groom in all the hall, That e’er tied courser to a stall, Would scarce have wished to be their prey, For Lutterward and Fontenaye.
XIII.
High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse! Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave!Yet fatal strength they boast to steel Their minds to bear the wounds they feel, Even while they writhe beneath the smart Of civil conflict in the heart.For soon Lord Marmion raised his head, And, smiling, to Fitz-Eustace said, ‘Is it not strange, that, as ye sung,
