Chapter 138 No.138

His giant form like ruined tower,

Though fall'n its muscles' brawny vaunt,

Huge-boned, and tall, and grim, and gaunt,

Seemed o'er the gaudy scene to lower:

His locks and beard in silver grew;

His eyebrows kept their sable hue.

Near Douglas when the monarch stood,

His bitter speech he thus pursued:

"Lord Marmion, since these