“A light on Marmion’s visage spread,
And fired his glazing eye:
With dying hand, above his head,
He shook the fragment of his blade,
And shouted "Victory!-
Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!"”

—  Walter Scott, Marmion

Were the last words of Marmion.
Canto VI, st. 32.
Marmion (1808)

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Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet 1771–1832

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