The Ballad Of Flodden Field

Excerpt from The Ballad of Flodden Field: A Poem of the Xvith Century Pardon, ye poets all, I cry, My simple, rude, and rugged rhyme, Ev'n though the hill Parnassus high Presumptuously I press to climb! For what is he, with haughty style Such deeds of honour could contrive? No, not the learned Virgil great, If that on earth he was alive, That could reveal in volume short Great Howard's deeds who did excell. Though lovely print made no report, Fame would not fail the fame to tell. Or thou, O Stanley, wondrous man! Thou son of Mars! who can proclaim Thy matchless deeds? Tell me who can Paint thy just praise on wings of fame? Thy doleful daywork still shall be In Scotland curs'd with an outcry: For Hector's match this man was he, Who climbed the mount of Floddon high. What banners bravely blaz'd and borne! What standards stout brought to the ground! What worthy lords by him forlorne, That sorrow in Scotland yet doth found! Ye heav'nly power! your aid I crave! My slender muse help to awake; Grant of this work, in hand I have, A fine and lucky end may make! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field is a romance by Sir Walter Scott. Written in verse, it presents Lord Marmion, who lusts for the wealthy Clara de Clare so much that even breaking the law seems fair to him.