Chapter 31 No.31

The breeze, which swept away the smoke,

Round Norham Castle rolled,

When all the loud artillery spoke,

With lightning-flash, and thunder-stroke,

As Marmion left the hold.

It curled not Tweed alone, that breeze,

For, far upon Northumbrian seas,

It freshly blew, and strong,

Where, from high Whitby's cloistered pile,

Bound t