"Art thou not he? whose deeds--" "Whate'er I be, 455 465 "Words wild as these, accusers like to thee "I list no further; those with whom they weigh "May hear the rest, nor venture to gainsay "The wondrous tale no doubt thy tongue can tell, "Which thus begins so courteously and well. 460 "Let Otho cherish here his polish'd guest, "To him mythanks and thoughts shall be exprest." And here their wondering host hath interposed"Whate'er there be between you undisclosed, "This is no time nor fitting place to mar "The mirthful meeting with a wordy war. "If thou, Sir Ezzelin, hast ought to show "Which it befits Count Lara's ear to know, "To-morrow, here, or elsewhere, as may best "Beseem your mutual judgment, speak the rest; "I pledge myself for thee, as not unknown, 471 Though like Count Lara now return'd alone "From other lands, almost a stranger grown; "And if from Lara's blood and gentle birth "I augur right of courage and of worth, "He will not that untainted line belie, "Nor aught that knighthood may accord, deny." 475 VOL. V. 2 "To-morrow be it," Ezzelin replied, "And here our several worth and truth be tried; 66 I gage my life, my falchion to attest "My words, so may I mingle with the blest!" What answers Lara? to its centre shrunk His soul, in deep abstraction sudden sunk ; The words of many, and the eyes of all 480 486 That there were gather'd, seem'd on him to fall; Alas! that heedlessness of all around XXIV. "To-morrow!—ay, to morrow!" further word Than those repeated none from Lara heard; 491 Upon his brow no outward passion spoke, From his large eye no flashing anger broke; Yet there was something fix'd in that low tone, Which show'd resolve, determined, though un known. 495 He seized his cloak-his head he slightly bow'd, And passing Ezzelin, he left the crowd; And, as he pass'd him, smiling met the frown With which that chieftain's brow would bear him down: It was nor smile of mirth, nor struggling pride Of all that he would do, or could endure. For man to trust to mortal look or speech; 505 From deeds, and deeds alone, may he discern Truths which it wrings the unpractised heart to learn. XXV. And Lara call'd his page, and went his way— 510 515 Though not unknown the tongue of Lara's land, Friends', kindreds', parents', wonted voice recal, XXVI. Light was his form, and darkly delicate That brow whereon his native sun had sate, But had not marr'd, though in his beams he grew, The cheek where oft the unbidden blush shone And the wild sparkle of his eye seem'd caught From high, and lighten'd with electric thought, Though its black orb those long low lashes fringe, Had temper'd with a melancholy tinge; Yet less of sorrow than of pride was there, 540 545 Or if 'twere grief, a grief that none should share : XXVII. If aught he loved, 'twas Lara; but was shown 550 555 559 |