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The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain	A
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain	A
He their unhoped but unforgotten lord	B
The long self exiled chieftain is restored	B
There be bright faces in the busy hall	C
Bowls on the board and banners on the wall	C
Far chequering o'er the pictured window plays	D
The unwonted fagots' hospitable blaze	D
And gay retainers gather round the hearth	E
With tongues all loudness and with eyes all mirth	F
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II	G
The chief of Lara is return'd again	H
And why had Lara cross'd the bounding main	A
Left by his sire too young such loss to know	I
Lord of himself that heritage of woe	I
That fearful empire which the human breast	J
But holds to rob the heart within of rest	J
With none to check and few to point in time	K
The thousand paths that slope the way to crime	K
Then when he most required commandment then	H
Had Lara's daring boyhood govern'd men	H
It skills not boots not step by step to trace	L
His youth through all the mazes of its race	L
Short was the course his restlessness had run	M
But long enough to leave him half undone	M
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III	G
And Lara left in youth his fatherland	N
But from the hour he waved his parting hand	N
Each trace wax'd fainter of his course till all	C
Had nearly ceased his memory to recall	C
His sire was dust his vassals could declare	O
'Twas all they knew that Lara was not there	O
Nor sent nor came he till conjecture grew	P
Cold in the many anxious in the few	P
His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name	Q
His portrait darkens in its fading frame	Q
Another chief consoled his destined bride	R
The young forgot him and the old had died	R
'Yet doth he live ' exclaims the impatient heir	O
And sighs for sables which he must not wear	O
A hundred scutcheons deck with gloomy grace	L
The Laras' last and longest dwelling place	L
But one is absent from the mouldering file	S
That now were welcome to that Gothic pile	S
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IV	P
He comes at last in sudden loneliness	T
And whence they know not why they need not guess	U
They more might marvel when the greeting's o'er	V
Not that he came but came not long before	W
No train is his beyond a single page	X
Of foreign aspect and of tender age	X
Years had roll'd on and fast they speed away	Y
To those that wander as to those that stay	Y
But lack of tidings from another clime	Q
Had lent a flagging wing to weary Time	Q
They see they recognise yet almost deem	Q
The present dubious or the past a dream	Q
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He lives nor yet is past his manhood's prime	Q
Though sear'd by toil and something touch'd by time	Q
His faults whate'er they were if scarce forgot	Z
Might be untaught him by his varied lot	Z
Nor good nor ill of late were known his name	Q
Might yet uphold his patrimonial fame	Q
His soul in youth was haughty but his sins	A2
No more than pleasure from the stripling wins	A2
And such if not yet harden'd in their course	B2
Might be redeem'd nor ask a long remorse	B2
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V	P
And they indeed were changed 'tis quickly seen	C2
Whate'er he be 'twas not what he had been	D2
That brow in furrow'd lines had fix'd at last	E2
And spake of passions but of passion past	E2
The pride but not the fire of early days	D
Coldness of mien and carelessness of praise	D
A high demeanour and a glance that took	F2
Their thoughts from others by a single look	F2
And that sarcastic levity of tongue	G2
The stinging of a heart the world hath stung	G2
That darts in seeming playfulness around	H2
And makes those feel that will not own the wound	H2
All these seem'd his and something more beneath	I2
Than glance could well reveal or accent breathe	J2
Ambition glory love the common aim	Q
That some can conquer and that all would claim	Q
Within his breast appear'd no more to strive	P
Yet seem'd as lately they had been alive	P
And some deep feeling it were vain to trace	L
At moments lighten'd o'er his livid face	L
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VI	P
Not much he loved long question of the past	E2
Nor told of wondrous wilds and deserts vast	E2
In those far lands where he had wander'd lone	K2
And as himself would have it seem unknown	K2
Yet these in vain his eye could scarcely scan	L2
Nor glean experience from his fellow man	L2
But what he had beheld he shunn'd to show	I
As hardly worth a stranger's care to know	I
If still more prying such inquiry grew	P
His brow fell darker and his words more few	P
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VII	P
Not unrejoiced to see him once again	H
Warm was his welcome to the haunts of men	H
Born of high lineage link'd in high command	N
He mingled with the magnates of his land	N
Join'd the carousals of the great and gay	Y
And saw them smile or sigh their hours away	Y
But still he only saw and did not share	O
The common pleasure or the general care	O
He did not follow what they all pursued	M2
With hope still baffled still to be renew'd	M2
Nor shadowy honour nor substantial gain	A
Nor beauty's preference and the rival's pain	A
Around him some mysterious circle thrown	K2
Repell'd approach and showed him still alone	K2
Upon his eye sate something of reproof	P
That kept at least frivolity aloof	P
And things more timid that beheld him near	N2
In silence gazed or whisper'd mutual fear	N2
And they the wiser friendlier few confess'd	J
They deem'd him better than his air express'd	J
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VIII	P
'Twas strange in youth all action and all life	P
Burning for pleasure not averse from strife	P
Woman the field the ocean all that gave	P
Promise of gladness peril of a grave	P
In turn he tried he ransack'd all below	I
And found his recompence in joy or woe	I
No tame trite medium for his feelings sought	O2
In that intenseness an escape from thought	O2
The tempest of his heart in scorn had gazed	P2
On that the feebler elements hath raised	P2
The rapture of his heart had look'd on high	P
And ask'd if greater dwelt beyond the sky	P
Chain'd to excess the slave of each extreme	Q
How woke he from the wildness of that dream	Q
Alas he told not but he did awake	Q2
To curse the wither'd heart that would not break	Q2
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IX	L
Books for his volume heretofore was Man	L2
With eye more curious he appear'd to scan	L2
And oft in sudden mood for many a day	Y
From all communion he would start away	Y
And then his rarely call'd attendants said	R2
Through night's long hours would sound his hurried tread	R2
O'er the dark gallery where his fathers frown'd	H2
In rude but antique portraiture around	H2
They heard but whisper'd 'that must not be known	K2
The sound of words less earthly than his own	K2
Yes they who chose might smile but some had seen	C2
They scarce knew what but more than should have been	D2
Why gazed he so upon the ghastly head	R2
Which hands profane had gather'd from the dead	R2
That still beside his open'd volume lay	Y
As if to startle all save him away	Y
Why slept he not when others were at rest	J
Why heard no music and received no guest	J
All was not well they deem'd but where the wrong	S2
Some knew perchance but 'twere a tale too long	S2
And such besides were too discreetly wise	L
To more than hint their knowledge in surmise	L
But if they would they could' around the board	B
Thus Lara's vassals prattled of their lord	B
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X	L
It was the night and Lara's glassy stream	Q
The stars are studding each with imaged beam	Q
So calm the waters scarcely seem to stray	Y
And yet they glide like happiness away	Y
Reflecting far and fairy like from high	P
The immortal lights that live along the sky	P
Its banks are fringed with many a goodly tree	P
And flowers the fairest that may feast the bee	P
Such in her chaplet infant Dian wove	P
And Innocence would offer to her love	P
These deck the shore the waves their channel make	Q2
In windings bright and mazy like the snake	Q2
All was so still so soft in earth and air	O
You scarce would start to meet a spirit there	O
Secure that nought of evil could delight	T2
To walk in such a scene on such a night	T2
It was a moment only for the good	U2
So Lara deem'd nor longer there he sto	U2

George Gordon Byron

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