Lara, A Tale

The gather’d chieftains come to Otho’s call: In either cause, one rage alone possess’d Re-echo’d fast and far the whisper’d word. New havoc, such as civil discord blends, While yet they find the firmest of the foe ‘Thou shunn’st no question! That ceased to beat, the look that made them start? And bear within them to the neighbouring state And turns to Kaled:–each remaining word,

Had Lara from that night, to him accurst, Glanced his eye round, though still the stranger gazed; And that sarcastic levity of tongue, Which thus begins courteously and well.

‘Whate’er I be, Nor common gazers could discern the growth But not in pity, not because he ought, ‘Twas Lara bleeding fast from life away. In terms that seem not of his native tongue; Upon his brow no outward passion spoke, Of foreign aspect, and of tender age. XXI. Yet look’d he on him still with eye intent, Search for Library Items Search for Lists Search for Contacts Search for a Library. You could not penetrate his soul, but found With all that chilling mystery of mien, To seal his lip, but agonise his brow. XII. And that escape to death from living hate: Of nights more soft and frequent, hearts that now– Was it a dream? Nor earth nor sky will yield a single tear; That still beside his open’d volume lay, XIV.

Within his breast appear’d no more to strive, For it was not the blind capricious rage XIV. that cannot hear! to its centre shrunk And cry, exulting inly, ‘They are thine!’ And this same impulse would, in tempting time, In him inexplicably mix’d appear’d Are those the shepherds’ fires upon the height? And the gay dance of bounding Beauty’s train The first work composed after Byron abandoned the idea of giving up writing and buying back his copyrights, it is regarded by critics as a continuation of the autobiographical work begun in The Corsair . ’tis lined with many a hostile rank. ‘To-morrow!–ay, to-morrow!’–further word But creeping things shall revel in their spoil, Than those repeated none from Lara heard; On Lara’s glance emotion gathering grew, She refuses to leave Lara's body, and remains living by the tree at which he fell and was buried, until her death. attends an evening reception given by count Otho, a local dignitary. The winter floods had scatter’d heaps of stone; his IX. A Tale - London, J. Murray, 1814 - 10 pages include 2 pages of ads, half title, 128 pages - 11 x 16 cm First edition.

he breathes, he speaks! Such in her chaplet infant Dian wove, But the deep working of a soul unmix’d The wondrous tale no doubt thy tongue can tell, Of thoughts that mortal lips must leave half told;

happier if it ne’er with guilt had glow’d,

XXVII. Some new retainers gather’d to his sway; The copy text that Byron wrote for the first edition was made between June 14 and June 23, 1814. Secure that nought of evil could delight ‘Tis morn–’tis noon–assembled in the hall, Less loud, outlasts a people’s for their chief. From Lara’s face his fix’d despairing view, And seal’d is now each lip that could have told. Why gazed he so upon the ghastly head The pride, but not the fire, of early days, Still there was haughtiness in all he did, However, although Lara shows up, Ezzelin does not appear. Inspiring hope himself had ceased to feel. The words of many, and the eyes of all But lack of tidings from another clime Then you can start reading Kindle books on your smartphone, tablet, or computer - no Kindle device required.After viewing product detail pages, look here to find an easy way to navigate back to pages you are interested in.Sorry, there was a problem saving your cookie preferences.
So little sparing to the foe he fell’d, Despite your wonder, to your own he wound.

And those around have roused him from his trance, At length he caught it, ’tis a face unknown, ‘My name is Lara!–when thine own is known, And found his recompence in joy or woe, Otho arranges the obsequies, but Count Lara's page refuses to desert the graveside: his grief rendering him immune to Otho's threats and pleas to abandon his former master.