He turn'd within his solitary hall, And his high shadow shot along the wall; There were the painted forms of other times, "Twas all they left of virtues or of crimes, Save vague tradition; and the gloomy vaults That hid their dust, their foibles, and their faults; And half a column of the pompous page, That speeds the specious tale from age to age: Where history's pen its praise or blame supplies, And lies like truth, and still most truly lies. He wandering mused, and as the moonbeam shone Through the dim lattice o'er the floor of stone, And the high fretted roof, and saints, that there O'er Gothic windows knelt in pictured Dropp'd it should seem in more than nature's fear; Yet he was firm, or had been firm till now, Some imprecation of despairing pride; frame; And solace sought he none from priest no leech, And soon the same in movement and i speech As heretofore he fill'd the passing hours Nor less he smiles nor more his forehea lours Than these were wont; and if the comin night Appear'd less welcome now to Lara's sigh He to his marvelling vassals show'd it no Whose shuddering proved their fear wi less forgot. In trembling pairs (alone they dared not crawl The astonish'd slaves, and shun the fate hall; The waving banner, and the clapping doo The rustling tapestry, and the echoing floor The long dim shadows of surrounding trees The flapping bat, the night-song of the breeze; Aught they hehold or hear their thought appals, As evening saddens o'er the dark gray walls. Vain thought! that hour of ne'er unra- | Which tenderness might once have wrung vell❜d gloom from rest; Came not again, or Lara could assume Sace word, nor look, nor gesture of their Betray'd a feeling that recall'd to these These strange wild accents? his the cry Their slumber? his the oppress'd o'er- Could he who thus had suffer'd, so forget, Or did that silence prove his memory fix'd in him; his breast had buried both, him inexplicably mix'd appear'd Mach to be loved and hated, sought and fear'd; Opinion varying o'er his hidden lot, praise or railing ne'er his name forgot; lence form'd a theme for others' prate They guess'd-they gazed-they fain would know his fate. What had be been? what was he, thus unknown, The walk'd their world, his lineage only known? In vigilance of grief that would compel There was in him a vital scorn of all: And troubled manhood follow'd baffled With thought of years in phantom-chase worm; "Till he at last confounded good and ill, To do what few or none would do beside; Mislead his spirit equally to crime; The men with whom he felt condemn'd to Atter of his kind? yet some would say, gay; But own'd, that smile, if oft observed and state; His mind abhorring this had fix'd her throne Ah! happier if it ne'er with guilt had glow'd, And like the rest in seeming did and talk'd, He turn'd within his solitary hall, And his high shadow shot along the wall; There were the painted forms of other times, "Twas all they left of virtues or of crimes, Save vague tradition; and the gloomy vaults That hid their dust, their foibles, and their faults; And half a column of the pompous page, That speeds the specious tale from age to age: Where history's pen its praise or blame supplies, And lies like truth, and still most truly lies. He wandering mused, and as the moonbeam shone Through the dim lattice o'er the floor of Dropp'd it should seem in more than nature's fear; Yet he was firm, or had been firm till now, Some imprecation of despairing pride; s page, and went his way Ing word or sign obey: on those climes afar, beneath a brighter star; ore from whence he sprung, date though young; 1, his faith appears beyond his years. e tongue of Lara's land, ly heard command, ear his tones would ome, 1 forth the words f home: e mountains dear, s in his ear, -his friend, his I no other guide; y left his side? darkly delicate ve sun had sate, 1 in his beams rew, inbidden blush > through; ts when health d show elighted glow; cret care fever'd there; is eye seem'd པོར་ངབབས་ཏ་་ངའི་ With all that chilling mystery of mien, | Of keen inquiry, and of mute amaze; That words can image to express the thought; And on the words, however light, would None knew, nor how, nor why, but he entwined There is a festival, where knights and dames, Appear a highborn and a welcome guest Links grace and harmony in happiest chain: And Youth forget such hour was past on And Lara gazed on these, sedately glad, His brow belied him if his soul was sad; And his glance follow'd fast each fluttering fair, On Lara's glance emotion gathering gre ""Tis he!" the stranger cried, and the that heard, Re-echoed fast and far the whisper'd wor "Tis he!"""Tis who?" they questi far and near, Till louder accents rung on Lara's ear; So widely spread, few bosoms well co brook They knew, or chose to know-with dubi look He deign'd no answer, but his head he sho And half contemptuous turn'd to pass aw But the stern stranger motion'd him to st “A word!—I charge thee stay, and ans here Whose steps of lightness woke no echo there: To one, who, wert thou noble, were peer, lord, If false, 'tis easy to disprove the word |