Marmion. Walter Scott

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Название Marmion
Автор произведения Walter Scott
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deep beneath the ground,

       Heard Alexander’s bugle sound, 360

       And tarried not his garb to change,

       But, in his wizard habit strange,

       Came forth,-a quaint and fearful sight;

       His mantle lined with fox-skins white;

       His high and wrinkled forehead bore 365

       A pointed cap, such as of yore

       Clerks say that Pharaoh’s Magi wore:

       His shoes were mark’d with cross and spell,

       Upon his breast a pentacle;

       His zone, of virgin parchment thin, 370

       Or, as some tell, of dead man’s skin,

       Bore many a planetary sign,

       Combust, and retrograde, and trine;

       And in his hand he held prepared,

       A naked sword without a guard. 375

       XXI.

       ‘Dire dealings with the fiendish race

       Had mark’d strange lines upon his face;

       Vigil and fast had worn him grim,

       His eyesight dazzled seem’d and dim,

       As one unused to upper day; 380

       Even his own menials with dismay

       Beheld, Sir Knight, the grisly Sire,

       In his unwonted wild attire;

       Unwonted, for traditions run,

       He seldom thus beheld the sun.- 385

       “I know,” he said,-his voice was hoarse,

       And broken seem’d its hollow force,-

       “I know the cause, although untold,

       Why the King seeks his vassal’s hold:

       Vainly from me my liege would know 390

       His kingdom’s future weal or woe;

       But yet, if strong his arm and heart,

       His courage may do more than art.

       XXII.

       ‘ “Of middle air the demons proud,

       Who ride upon the racking cloud, 395

       Can read, in fix’d or wandering star,

       The issue of events afar;

       But still their sullen aid withhold,

       Save when by mightier force controll’d.

       Such late I summon’d to my hall; 400

       And though so potent was the call,

       That scarce the deepest nook of hell

       I deem’d a refuge from the spell,

       Yet, obstinate in silence still,

       The haughty demon mocks my skill. 405

       But thou,-who little know’st thy might,

       As born upon that blessed night

       When yawning graves, and dying groan,

       Proclaim’d hell’s empire overthrown,-

       With untaught valour shalt compel 410

       Response denied to magic spell.”-

       “Gramercy,” quoth our Monarch free,

       “Place him but front to front with me,

       And, by this good and honour’d brand,

       The gift of Coeur-de-Lion’s hand, 415

       Soothly I swear, that, tide what tide,

       The demon shall a buffet bide.”-

       His bearing bold the wizard view’d,

       And thus, well pleased, his speech renew’d:-

       “There spoke the blood of Malcolm!-mark: 420

       Forth pacing hence, at midnight dark,

       The rampart seek, whose circling crown

       Crests the ascent of yonder down:

       A southern entrance shalt thou find;

       There halt, and there thy bugle wind, 425

       And trust thine elfin foe to see,

       In guise of thy worst enemy:

       Couch then thy lance, and spur thy steed-

       Upon him! and Saint George to speed!

       If he go down, thou soon shalt know 430

       Whate’er these airy sprites can show:-

       If thy heart fail thee in the strife,

       I am no warrant for thy life.”

       XXIII.

       ‘Soon as the midnight bell did ring,

       Alone, and arm’d, forth rode the King 435

       To that old camp’s deserted round:

       Sir Knight, you well might mark the mound,

       Left hand the town,-the Pictish race,

       The trench, long since, in blood did trace;

       The moor around is brown and bare, 440

       The space within is green and fair.

       The spot our village children know,

       For there the earliest wild-flowers grow;

       But woe betide the wandering wight,

       That treads its circle in the night! 445

       The breadth across, a bowshot clear,

       Gives ample space for full career;

       Opposed to the four points of heaven,

       By four deep gaps are entrance given.

       The southernmost our Monarch past, 450

       Halted, and blew a gallant blast;

       And on the north, within the ring,

       Appeared the form of England’s King,

       Who then a thousand leagues afar,

       In Palestine waged holy war: 455

       Yet arms like England’s did he wield,

       Alike the leopards in the shield,

       Alike his Syrian courser’s frame,

       The rider’s length of limb the same:

       Long afterwards did Scotland know, 460

       Fell Edward was her deadliest foe.

       XXIV.

       ‘The vision made our Monarch start,

       But soon he mann’d his noble heart,

       And in the first career they ran,

       The Elfin Knight fell, horse and man; 465

       Yet did a splinter of his lance

       Through Alexander’s visor glance,

       And razed the skin-a puny wound.

       The King, light leaping to the ground,

       With naked blade his phantom foe 470

       Compell’d the future war to show.

       Of Largs he saw the glorious plain,

       Where still gigantic bones remain,

       Memorial of the Danish war;

       Himself he saw, amid the field, 475

       On high his brandish’d war-axe wield,

       And strike proud Haco from his car,

       While all around the shadowy Kings

       Denmark’s grim ravens cower’d their