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Authors: Byron

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None e’er could trace its laughter to his eye:
Yet there was softness too in his regard,
At times, a heart as not by nature hard,

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But once perceived, his spirit seem’d to chide
Such weakness, as unworthy of its pride,
And steel’d itself, as scorning to redeem
One doubt from others’ half withheld esteem;
In self-inflicted penance of a breast

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Which tenderness might once have wrung from rest;
In vigilance of grief that would compel
The soul to hate for having loved too well.
XVIII
There was in him a vital scorn of all:
As if the worst had fall’n which could befall,

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He stood a stranger in this breathing world,
An erring spirit from another hurl’d;
A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped
By choice the perils he by chance escaped;
But ’scaped in vain, for in their memory yet

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His mind would half exult and half regret:
With more capacity for love than earth
Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth,
His early dreams of good outstripp’d the truth,
And troubled manhood follow’d baffled youth;

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With thought of years in phantom chase misspent,
And wasted powers for better purpose lent;
And fiery passions that had pour’d their wrath
In hurried desolation o’er his path,
And left the better feelings all at strife

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In wild reflection o’er his stormy life;
But haughty still, and loth himself to blame,
He call’d on Nature’s self to share the shame,
And charged all faults upon the fleshly form
She gave to clog the soul, and feast the worm;

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Till he at last confounded good and ill,
And half mistook for fate the acts of will:
Too high for common selfishness, he could
At times resign his own for others’ good,
But not in pity, not because he ought,

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But in some strange perversity of thought,
That sway’d him onward with a secret pride
To do what few or none would do beside;
And this same impulse would, in tempting time,
Mislead his spirit equally to crime;

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So much he soar’d beyond, or sunk beneath,
The men with whom he felt condemn’d to breathe,
And long’d by good or ill to separate
Himself from all who shared his mortal state;
His mind abhorring this had fix’d her throne

350

Far from the world, in regions of her own:
Thus coldly passing all that pass’d below,
His blood in temperate seeming now would flow:
Ah! happier if it ne’er with guilt had glow’d,
But ever in that icy smoothness flow’d!

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’Tis true, with other men their path he walk’d,
And like the rest in seeming did and talk’d,
Nor outraged Reason’s rules by flaw nor start,
His madness was not of the head, but heart;
And rarely wander’d in his speech, or drew

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His thoughts so forth as to offend the view.
XIX
With all that chilling mystery of mien,
And seeming gladness to remain unseen,
He had (if ’twere not nature’s boon) an art
Of fixing memory on another’s heart:

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It was not love perchance—nor hate—nor aught
That words can image to express the thought;
But they who saw him did not see in vain
And once beheld, would ask of him again:
And those to whom he spake remembered well,

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And on the words, however light, would dwell:
None knew, nor how, nor why, but he entwined
Himself perforce around the hearer’s mind;
There he was stamp’d, in liking, or in hate,
If greeted once; however brief the date

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That friendship, pity, or aversion knew,
Still there within the inmost thought he grew.
You could not penetrate his soul, but found,
Despite your wonder, to your own he wound;
His presence haunted still; and from the breast

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He forced an all unwilling interest:
Vain was the struggle in that mental net,
His spirit seem’d to dare you to forget!
XX
There is a festival, where knights and dames,
And aught that wealth or lofty lineage claims,

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Appear—a highborn and a welcome guest
To Otho’s hall came Lara with the rest.
The long carousal shakes the illumined hall,
Well speeds alike the banquet and the ball;
And the gay dance of bounding Beauty’s train

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Links grace and harmony in happiest chain:
Blest are the early hearts and gentle hands
That mingle there in well according bands;
It is a sight the careful brow might smoothe,
And make Age smile, and dream itself to youth,

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And Youth forget such hour was past on earth,
So springs the exulting bosom to that mirth!
XXI
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,

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Whose steps of lightness woke no echo there:
He lean’d against the lofty pillar nigh,
With folded arms and long attentive eye,
Nor mark’d a glance so sternly fix’d on his—
Ill brook’d high Lara scrutiny like this:

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At length he caught it, ’tis a face unknown,
But seems as searching his, and his alone;
Prying and dark, a stranger’s by his mien,
Who still till now had gazed on him unseen:
At length encountering meets the mutual gaze

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Of keen enquiry, and of mute amaze;
On Lara’s glance emotion gathering grew,
As if distrusting that the stranger threw;
Along the stranger’s aspect, fix’d and stern,
Flash’d more than thence the vulgar eye could learn.
XXII

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“Tis he!’ the stranger cried, and those that heard
Re-echoed fast and far the whisper’d word.
‘ ’Tis he! ‘– “Tis who? ‘ ’they question far and near,
Till louder accents rung on Lara’s ear;
So widely spread, few bosoms well could brook

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The general marvel, or that single look:
But Lara stirr’d not, changed not, the surprise
That sprung at first to his arrested eyes
Seem’d now subsided, neither sunk nor raised
Glanced his eye round, though still the stranger gazed;

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And drawing nigh, exclaim’d, with haughty sneer,
“Tis he!—how came he thence?—What doth he here?’
XXIII
It were too much for Lara to pass by
Such questions, so repeated fierce and high;
With look collected, but with accent cold,

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More mildly firm than petulantly bold,
He turn’d, and met the inquisitorial tone—
‘My name is Lara!—when thine own is known,
Doubt not my fitting answer to requite
The unlook’d for courtesy of such a knight.

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’Tis Lara!—further wouldst thou mark or ask?
I shun no question, and I wear no mask.’
‘Thou shunn’st no question! Ponder—is there none
Thy heart must answer, though thine ear would shun?
And deem’st thou me unknown too? Gaze again!

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At least thy memory was not given in vain.
Oh! never canst thou cancel half her debt,
Eternity forbids thee to forget.’
With slow and searching glance upon his face
Grew Lara’s eyes, but nothing there could trace

445

They knew, or chose to know—with dubious look
He deign’d no answer, but his head he shook,
And half contemptuous turn’d to pass away;
But the stern stranger motion’d him to stay.
‘A word!—I charge thee stay, and answer here

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To one, who, wert thou noble, were thy peer,
But as thou wast and art—nay, frown not, lord,
If false, ’tis easy to disprove the word—
But as thou wast and art, on thee looks down,
Distrusts thy smiles, but shakes not at thy frown.

455

Art thou not he? whose deeds—’

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