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But, as thou wast and art, on thee looks | With which that chieftain's brow would down,
bear him down : Distrusts thy smiles, but shakes not at thy It was nor smile of mirth, nor struggling frown.
pride Art thou not he? whose deeds--"
That curbs to scorn the wrath it cannot hide :
- Whate'er I be, But that of one in his own heart secure Werds wild as these, accusers like to thee of all that he would do, or could endure. I list no further; those with whom they could this mean peace? the calmness of weigh
the good ? May bear the rest, nor venture to gainsay Or guilt grown old in desperate hardihood? The wondrous tale no doubt thy tongue can Alas! too like in confidence are each,
For man to trust to mortal look or -speech; Which thus begins so courteously and well. From deeds, and deeds alone, may he discern Lat Othe cherish here his polish'd guest, Truths which it wrings the unpractised To him uy thanks and thoughts shall be
heart to learn. exprest." And here their wondering host hath inter
And Lara callid his page, and went his posed
way“Whate'er there be between you undis- Well could that stripling word or sign obey: closed,
His only follower from those clines afar, This is no time nor fitting place to mar Where the soul glows beneath a brighter The birthful meeting with a wordy war.
star; I thou, Sir Ezzelin, hast ought to show For Lara left the shore from whence he Which it befits Count Lara's ear to know,
sprung, Tomorrow, here, or elsewhere, as may best In duty patient, and sedate though young; boxeem your mutual judgment, speak the Silent as him he served, his faith appears rest;
Above his station, and beyond his years. Dough like Count Lara now return'd alone
land, free other lands, almost a stranger grown; In such from him he rarely heard command, s bad is from Lara's blood and gentle birth
But fleet his step, and clear his tones would ilegur right of courage and of worth,
come, We will not that untainted line belie,
When Lara's lip breathed forth the words Jue aught, that knighthood may accord,
of home: deny."
Those accents as his native mountains dear,
Awake their absent echoes in his ear, To-morrow be it,” Ezzelin replied, Friends', kindreds’, parents', wonted voice ked here our several worth and truth be
Now lost, abjured, for one-his friend, his aze my life, my falchion to attest
, so may I mingle with the blest!” For him earth now disclosed no other guide; answers Lara ? to its centre shrunk What marvel then he rarely left his side ? Es soul, in deep abstraction sudden sunk; The words of many and the eyes of all, Pat there were gather'd, seem'd on him Light was his form, and darkly delicate to fall;
That brow whereon his native sun had sate, fer bis were silent, his appear'd to stray But had not marr’d, though in his beams h far forgetfulness away-awayHla! that heedlessness of all around
The cheek where oft the unbidden blush bespoke remembrance only too profound.
shone through; Yet not such blush as mounts when health
would show - To-morrow!-ay, to-morrow!” further All the heart's hue in that delighted glow; word
But 'twas a hectic tint of secret care Ta those repeated none from Lara heard; That for a burning moment feverd there ; po his brow no outward passion spoke, And the wild sparkle of his eye seem'd en his large eye no flashing anger broke;
caught Ta there was something fix'd in that low From high, and lightend with electric . tone,
thought, Which show'd resolve, determined, though Though its black orb those long low lashes unknown.
fringe, He seized his cloak - his head he slightly Had temper'd with a melancholy tinge ; bow'd,
Yet less of sorrow than of pride was there, led passing Ezzelin he left the crowd; Or if 'twere grief, a grief that none should tad, as he pass'd bim, smiling met the frown
And pleased not him the sports that please That name repeated loud without reply,
As unfamiliar, or, if roused again, The tricks of youth, the frolics of the page; Start to the sound, as but remember'd the For hours on Lara he would fix his glance, Unless 'twas Lara’s wonted voice that spak As all-forgotten in that watchful trance; For then, ear, eyes, and heart would a And from his chief withdrawn, he wander'd
awake. lone, Brief were his answers, and his questions
He had look'd down upon the festive ha none;
And mark'd that sudden strife so mar) His walk the wood, his sport some foreign
of all; book;
And when the crowd around and near hi His resting-place the bank that curbs the
told brook :
Their wonder at the calmness of the bo He seemid, like him he served, to live apart Their marvel how the high-born Lara br From all that lures the eye, and fills the Such insult from a stranger, doubly so
The colour of young Kaled went and ca To know no brotherhood, and take from The lip of ashes, and the cheek of flan
And o'er his brow the dampening hea No gift beyond that bitter boon—our birth.
drops threw The sickening iciness of that cold dew,
That rises as the busy bosom sinks If aught he loved, 'twas Lara; but was with heavy thoughts from which reflect shown
shrinks. His faith in reverence and in deeds alone; Yes—there be things that we must dre In mute attention; and his care, which
and dare, guess'd
And execute ere thought be half aware: Each wish, fulfillid it ere the tongue Whate'er night Kaled's be, it was enov
To seal his lip, but agonise his brow. Still there was haughtiness in all he did,
He gazed on Ezzelin till Lara cast A spirit deep that brook'd not to be chid;
That sidelong smile upon the knight he pa His zeal, though more than that of servile When Kaled saw that smile his visage fi
As if on something recognized right w In act alone obeys, his air commands;
His memory read in such a meaning m As if 'twas Lara's less than his desire That thus he served, but surely not for hire. Forward he sprung-a moment, both w
Than Lara's aspect unto others wore: Slight were the tasks enjoin'd him by his
And all within that hall seem'd left aloi To hold the stirrup, or to bear the sword ; Each had so fix'd his eye on Lara's mier To tune his lute, or if he will'd it more,
All had so mix'd their feelings with t On tomes of other times and tongues to pore; But ne'er to mingle with the menial train, That when his long dark shadow throu To whom he show'd nor deference nor
the porch disdain, No more relieves the glare of yon
hi But that well-worn reserve which proved
torch, he knew
Each pulse beats quicker, and all boso No sympathy with that familiar crew : His soul, whate'er his station or his stem, To bound as doubting from too black Could bow to Lara, not descend to them.
dream, of higher birth he seem'd, and better days, Sach as we know is false, yet dread Nor mark of vulgar toil that hand betrays,
sooth, So femininely white it might bespeak Because the worst is ever nearest truth. Another sex', when match'd with that And they are gone—but Ezzelin is there
smooth cheek, But for his garb, and something in his gaze, But long remain'd not; ere an hour expir
With thoughtful visage and imperious ai More wild and high than woman's eye He waved his hand to Otho, and retired.
betrays; A latent fierceness that far more became His fiery climate than his tender frame : The crowd are gone, the revellers at res True, in his words it broke not from his The courteous host,and all-approving gues
Again to that accustom'd couch must cret But from his aspect might be more than where joy subsides, and sorrow sighs," guess'd.
sleep, Kaled his name, though rumour said he bore and man, v'er-labour'd with lis being Another ere he left his mountain-shore;
strife, For sometimes he would hear, however nigh, Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life
there is There lie love's feverish hope and cunning's | Why comes he not? Such truths to be guile,
divulged, Desde la Hate's working brain, and lull'd ambition's Methinks the accuser's rest is long indulged.
wile; ant vef Ce each rain eye oblivion's pinions wave, And goench'd existence crouches in a grave.
The hour is past, and Lara too is there, What better name may slumber's bed With self-confiding, coldly patient air ; be leta
Why comes not Ezzelin? The hour is past, rifeSight's sepulchre, the universal home, And murmurs rise, and Otho's brow's 1: Where weakness, strength, vice, virtue,
o'ercast. sunk supine,
“I know my friend ! his faith I cannot fear, Alike in naked helplessness recline;
If yet he be on earth, expect him here; Gladserawhile to heave unconscious breath, The roof that held him in the valley stands bers La Yet wake bwrestle with the dread of death, Between my own and noble Lara's lands; And ban though day but dawn on ills My halls from such a guest had honour increast,
He ceased- and Lara answer'd, “I am here
To lend at thy demand a listening car
To tales of evil from a stranger's tongue, liter wanes—the vapours round the Whose words already might my heart have mountains carl'd
morn, and Light awakes the world. But that I deein'd him scarcely less than la has another day to swell the past,
mad, dont lead him near to little, but his last;
Or, at the worst, a foe ignobly bad. benighty Nature bounds as from her birth, I know him not—but me it seems he knew Dean is in the heavens, and life on earth; In lands where—but I must not trifle too: Peven in the valley, splendour in the Produce this babbler-or redeem the pledge; beam,
Here in thy hold, and with thy falchion's Braith on the gale, and freshness in the
Proud Otho on the instant, reddening, threw Laraia wartal man! behold her glories shine,
His glove on earth, and forth his sabre flew. ers, exulting inly, “they are thine!" The last alternative befits me best, buz ün, while yet thy gladden'd eye may
And thus I answer for mine absent guest." see;
With cheek unchanging from its sallow Narrow comes when they are not for thee:
gloom, grieve what may above thy senseless However near his own or other's tomb ; bier,
With hand, whose almost careless coolness id earth nor sky will yield a single tear;
spoke, oland shall gather more, nor leaf shall Its grasp well-used to deal the sabre-stroke; fall,
With eye, though calm, determined not to rale breathe forth one sigh for thee,
spare, for all;
Did Lara too his willing weapon bare. creeping things shall revel in their In vain the circling chieftains round them spoil,
closed, had it thy clay to fertilize the soil.
For Otho's phrenzy would not be opposed;
His sword is good who can maintain them
well. The rather'd chieftains come to Otho's call; Short was the conflict; furious, blindly how the promised hour, that must
rash, The life or death of Lara's future fame; proclaim
Vain Otho gave his bosom to the gash:
He bled, and fell, but not with deadly When Ezzelin his charge may here unfold,
wound, And whatsoe'er the
tale, it must be told. Stretch'd by a dextrous sleight along the kis faith was pledged, and Lara's promise
“Demand thy life!” He answer'd not: and Beet it in the eye of man and heaven.
From that red floor he ne'er had risen Wound in that pang the smoothness of again,
sward. For Lara's brow upon the moment grew
Some such had been, if here a life was re Almost to blackness in its demon-hue; But these were not; and doubting he And fiercer shook his angry falchion now
is left; Than when his foe's was levelld at his And strange suspicion, whispering Lar brow;
name, Then all was stern collectedness and art, Now daily mutters o'er his blackend fan Now rose the unleaven'd hatred of his heart; Then sudden silent when his form appear So little sparing to the foe he fellid, Awaits the absence of the thing it fea That when the approaching crowd his arm Again its wonted wondering to renew,
withheld, And dye conjecture with a darker hue. He almost turn'd the thirsty point on those Who thus for mercy dared to interpose; But to a moment's thought that purpose
Daye roll along, and Otho's wounds bent:
heal'd, Yet look'd he on him still with eye intent, But not his pride ; and hate no mua As if he loathed the ineffectual strife
conceal'd: That left a foe, howe'er o'erthrown, with He was a man of power, and Lara's fo
The friend of all who sought to we As if to search how far the wound he gave And from his country's justice now demas
him woe, Had sent its victim onward to his grave.
Account of Ezzelin at Lara's hands.
Who else than Lara could have cause to f They raised the bleeding Otho, and the His presence? who had made him disappe
If not the man on whom his menaced cha Forbade all present question, sign, and Had sate too deeply were he left at lar
The general rumour ignorantly loud, The others met within a neighbouring hall, The mystery dearest to the curious crov And he, incensed and heedless of them all, The seeming friendlessness of him The cause and conqueror in this sudden
To win no confidence, and wake no lo In haughty silence slowly strode away; The sweeping fierceness which hiss He back'd his steed, his homeward path
betray'd, he took,
The skill with which he wielded his k Nor cast on Otho's towers a single look.
Where had his arm unwarlike caught t But where was he? that meteor of a
Where had that fierceness grown upon Who menaced but to disappear with light?
heart? Where was this Ezzelin' who came and For it was not the blind capricious ra
A word can kindle and a word assuag To leave no other trace of his intent.
But the deep working of a soul unu He left the dome of Otho long ere morn,
With aught of pity where its wrath In darkness, yet so well the path was worn
fix'd ; He could not miss it: near his dwelling lay: Such as long power and overgorged suc But there he was not, and with coming day Concentrates into all that's merciless: Came fast inquiry, which unfolded nought These, link'd with that desire which Except the absence of the chief it sought. Mankind, the rather to condemn than pri
sways A chamber tenantless, a steed at rest, His host alarm’d, his murmuring squires "Gainst Lara gathering raised at lengt distrest:
storm, Their search extends along, around the path, Such as himself might fear, and foes w
form, In dread to meet the marks of prowlers'
And he must answer for the absent But none are there, and not a brake hath Of one that haunts him still, alive or
borne Nor gout of blood, nor shred of mantle Within that land was many a malcon
Who cursed the tyranny to which he b Nor fall nor struggle hath defaced the grass, That soil full many a wringing despot Which still retains a mark where murder Who work'd his wantonness in form of!
Long war without and frequent broj) wi Nor dabbling fingers left to tell the tale, Had made a path for blood and giant The bitter print of each convulsive nail, That waited but a signal to begin When agonized hands that cease to guard, / New havock, such as civil discord ble
Which knows no neuter, owns but foes All now was ripo, he waits but to proclaim
or friends; That slavery nothing which was still a name. Fird in his feudal fortress each was lord, The moment came, the hour when Otho la vord and deed obey'd, in soul abhorr'd.
thought Thos lara had inherited his lands, Secure at last the vengeance which he And with them pining hearts and sluggish
sought : hands;
His summons found the destined criminal Bat that long absence from his native clime Begirt by thousands in his swarming hall, And left him stainless of oppression's crime, Fresh from their feudal fetters newly riven, And now diverted by his milder sway, Defying earth, and confident of heaven. All dread by slow degrees had worn away: That morning he had freed the soil-bound The menials felt their usual awe alone,
slaves Bat mare for him than them that fear was Who dig no land for tyrants but their grown;
graves! They deeu'd him now unhappy, though Such is their cry—some watchword for at first
the fight Obrir evil judgment augurd of the worst, Must vindicate the wrong, and warp the And each long restless night, and silent
right : mood,
Religion-freedom-vengeance--what you We trared to sickness, fed by solitude :
will, led though his lonely habits threw of late A word's enough to raise mankind to kill: Gwa s'er his chamber, cheerful was his Some factious phrase by cunning caught gate;
and spread, fer thence the wretched ne'er unsoothed That guilt may reign, and wolves and withdrew,
worms be fed ! ke them, at least, his soul compassion knew.
Throughout that clime the feudal chiefs Od to the great, contemptuous to the high,
had gain'd De bumble pass'd not his unheeding eye; Such sway, their infant-monarch hardly kein he would speak not, but beneath his
Now was the hour for faction's rebel growth, They found asylum oft, and ne'er reproof. The Serfs contemned the one, and hated led they who watch'd might mark that
both : day by day They waited but a leader, and they found a new retainers gather'd to his sway; One to their cause inseparably bound; Best of late, since Ezzelin was lost, By circumstance compellid to plunge again, Le plaid the courteous lord and bounteous In self-defence, amidst the strife of men. host:
Cut off by some mysterious fate from those Parhance his strife with Otho made him Whom birth and nature meant not for his dread
foes, prepared for his obnoxious head; Had Lara from that night, to him accurst, Neer his view, his favour more obtains Prepared to meet, but not alone, the worst: in these, the people, than his fellow- Some reason urged, whate'er it was, to shun thanes.
Inquiry into deeds at distance done; policy, so far 'twas sound, By mingling with his own the cause of all, la million judged but of him as they Een if he fail'd, he still delay'd his fall. found;
The sullen calm that long his bosom kept, He him by sterner chiefs to’exile driven The storm that once had spent itself and The bat required a shelter, and 'twas given. bim no peasant mourn’d his rifled cot
, Roused by events that seem’d foredvom'd searce the Serf could murmur o'er his
His gloomy fortunes to their utmost verge, with him old avarice found his hoard Bursi forth, and made him all he once had
been, s kim contempt forbore to mock the And is again; he only changed the scene. poor;
Light care had he for life, and less for Test present cheer and promised recom
But not less fitted for the desperate game: berid , till all too late to part from He deem'd himself mark'd out for others' thence :
hate, htte he offerd, with the coming change, And mock'd at ruin so they shared his fate.
? line, long baffled by the unequal maich, He raised the humble but to bend the proud. The well-won charms success was sure to He had hoped quiet in his sullen lair, snatch.
But man and destiny beset him there :