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Reveals the secres passage to the shore; A long, long absent gladness in his glance; The city lies behind-they speed, they reach -- 'Tis mine - my blood-red flag! again The glad waves dancing on the yellow
I am not all deserted on the main!” And Conrad following, at her beck, obey'd, They own the signal, answer to the hail, Na cared he now if rescued or betray'd; Hoist out the boat at once, and slacken sail. Resistance were as useless as if Seyd 61 'T'is Conrad ! Conrad !” shouting from fet lived to view the doom his ire decreed.
the deck, Command nor duty could their transport
check! Embark'd, the sail unfurl'd, the light with light alacrity and gaze of pride, , How macı had Conrad's memory to review! They view him mount once more his ver
sel's side; Sunl be in contemplation, till the cape Where last be anchor'd reard its giant- Their arms can scarce forbear a rough
A smile relaxing in each rugged face, shape.
embrace. Ah!-sisce that fatal night, though brief He, half forgetting danger and defeat, the time,
Returns their greeting as a chief may greet, Had swept an age of terror, grief, and
Wrings with a cordial grasp Anselmo's hand, crime. bit far shadow frown'd above the mast,
And feels he yet can conquer and command! reil'd his face, and sorrow'd as he past; thought of all - Gonsalvo and his band, These greetings o'er, the feelings that feeting triumph and his failing hand,
o'erflow, Lethaught on her afar, his lonely bride: Yet grieve to win him back without a blow; kland and saw-Gulnare, the homicide! They sail'd prepared for vengeance --- had
they known watch'd his features till she could A woman's hand secured that deed her own, not bear
She were their queen - less scrupulous are Ibar freezing aspect and averted air,
they what strange fierceness, foreign to her eye,
Than haughty Conrad how they win their Ugench'd in tears, too late to shed or dry,
way. Lleelt beside him, and his hand she prest.
many an asking smile, and wonderibu nayet forgive though Alla's self
ing stare, detest;
They whisper rouud, and gaze upon Gulnare; fer that deed of darkness what wert And her, at once above- beneath her sex, thou?
Whom blood appallid not, their regarde izmach me - but not yet – Oh! spare me
perplex. To Conrad turns her faint imploring eye, nou! not what I seem - this fearful night
She drops her veil, and stands in silence by; lain bewilder'd - do not madden quite! Her arms are meekly folded on that breast, und never loved--though less my guilt
, Which Conrad safe-to fate resign’d the rest In hadst not lived to - hate me - it thou Though worse than phrensy cruld that
bosom fill, wilt."
Extreme in love or hate, in good or ill, trongs his thoughts, they more him- The worst of crimes had left her woman still!
self upbraid e her, though undesign'd, the wretch This Conrad mark’d, and felt ah! could he made;
he less? speechless all, deep, dark,and unexprest, Hate of that deed - but grief for her distress; Les bleed within that silent cell-his What she has done no tears can wash away, breast.
And Heaven must punish on its angry day: vaward, fair the breeze, nor rough But-it was done: he knew, whate'er her
guilt, e blue waves sport around the stern they For him that poniard smote, that blood was
spilt; kan the horizon's verge appears a speck, And he was free!- and she for him had given
m-a mast-a sail- an armed deck! Jer all on earth, and more than all in This little bark her men of watch descry,
heaven! Se bears her down majestically near, : ampler canvas woos the wind from high; And now he turn'd him to that dark-eyed
slave tash is seen - the ball beyond their bow
he Rouas harmless, hissing to the deep below. Who now seem'd changed and humbled: lp roe keen Conrad frum his silent trance,
fain and meek,
Bul varying ost the colour of her cheek Oh! for a wing beyond the falcon's fligh To deeper shades of paleness, all its red To bear him like an arrow to that heigh That fearful spot which staind it from the With the first pause the resting rowers gav
He waits not - looks not – leaps into the way He took that hand-it trembled—now too Strives through the surge, bestrides th late
beach, and high So soft in love-s0 wildly nerved in hate; Ascends the path familiar to his eye. He clasp'd that hand - it trembled—and his Had lost its firmness, and his voice its tone.
He reach'd his turret-door-he paused “Gulnare !”- but she replied not—"dear
no sound Gulnare !
Broke from within; and all was night aroun She raised her eye- her only answer there - He knockd, and loudly-footstep nor rep At once she sought and sunk in his embrace: Announced that any heard or deem'd hi If he had driven her from that resting-place,
nigh; His had been more or less than mortal heart,
He knock'd -- but faintly- for his trembli
hand But-good or ill- it bade her not depart. Perchance, but for the bodings of his breast, Refused to aid his heavy heart's demanı His latest virtue then had join'd the rest.
The portal opens— 'tis a well known face Yet even Medora might forgive the kiss
But not the form he panted to embrace; That ask'd from form so fair no more than Its lips are silent - twice his own essay'd
And fail'd to frame the question th The first, the last that Frailty stole from
delay'd ; Faith He snatch'd the lamp- its light will answ
all To lips where Love had lavish'd all his
It quits his grasp, expiring in the fall. To lips -- whose broken sighs such fragrance He would not wait for that reviving ray
As soon could he have linger’d there for da As he had fann'd them freshly with his wing! But, glimmering through the dusky cor
Another chequers o'er the shadowd floor They gain by twilight's hour their lonely His steps the chamber gain - his eyes beh isle.
All that his heart believed not-yet foreto To them the very rocks appear to smile; The haven hums with many a cheering He turn'd not-spoke not - sunk not-fi sound,
his look, The beacons blaze their wonted stations And set the anxious frame that lately shor
He gazed - how long wegaze despite of pa The boats are darting o’er the curly bay, And know, but dare not own, we gaze in va And sportive dolphins bend them through In life itself she was so still and fair,
That death with gentler aspect withe Even the hoarse sea-bird's shrill, discordant
And the cold flowers her colder hand ct Greets like the welcome of his tuneless beak!
tain'd, Beneath each lamp that through its lattice In that last grasp as tenderly were strai
gleams, Their fancy paints the friends that trim And made it almost mockery yet to we
As if she scarcely felt, but feign'd a sle the beains.
The long dark lashes fringed her lids Oh! what can sanctify the joys of home,
snow, Like Hope's gay glance from Ocean's trou- And veil'd -- thought shrinks from all i bled foam ?
Oh! o'er the eye death most exerts his mig The lights are high on beacon and from And hurls the spirit from her throne
bower, And midst them Conrad seeks Medora's tower: Sinks those blue orbs in that long last eclip He looks in vain –'tis strange-and all re- But spares, as yet, the charm around 1 mark,
lipsAmid so many, hers alone is dark. Yet, yet they seem as they forbore to smi 'T'is strange -- of yore its welcome never And wish'd repose -- but only for a while
But the white shroud, and each extend Vor now, perchance, extinguish'd, only
Long-fair - but spread in utter lifelessne With the first boat descends he for the Which, late the sport of every summer i
Escaped the baffled wreath that strove And looks impatient on the lingering oar
These- and the pale pure cheek, became On Grief's vain eye - the blindest of the the bier
blind! but she is nothing, wherefore is he here? Which may not - dare not see -- but turns
To blackest shade --nor will endure a guide! He ask'd no question-all were answer'd By the first glance on that still - marble
His heart was form’d for softness – warp'd brow.
to wrong ; It was enough-she died -- what reck'd it Betray'd too early, and beguiled too long; how?
Each feeling pure
-as falls the dropping dew The love of youth, the hope of better years, Within the grot- like that had harden'd too; The source of softest wishes, tenderest fears, Less clear, perchance, its earthly trials The only living thing he could not hate,
pass'd, Was refs at once -- and he deserved his fate, but sunk, and chill'd, and petrified at last. But did not feel it less ;-the good explore, Yet tempests wear, and lightning cleaves Per pace, those realms where guilt can
If such his heart, so shatter'd it the shock. The proud – the wayward-who have fixa There grew one flower beneath its rugged below
brow, Their joy-and find this earth enough for Though dark the shade-it shelter'd-saved les in that one their all-perchance a The thunder came – that bolt hath blasted mite
both, But who in patience parts with all delight? The Granite’s firmness, and the Lily's full many a stoic eye and aspect stern
growth: Bach bearts where grief hath little left to The gentle plant hath left no leaf to tell learn;
Its tale, but shrunk and wither'd where it many a withering thought lies hid,
fell, not lost
And of its cold protector, blacken round lo sailes that least befit who wear them But shiver'd fragments on the barren ground! most.
'Tis morn- to venture on his lonely hour By those, that deepest feel, is ill exprest Few dare ; though now Anselmo sought The indistinctness of the suffering breast;
his tower. Where thousand thoughts begin to end in one, He was not there – nor seen along the shore; Which seeks from all the refuge found in Ere night, alarm’d, their isle is traversed o’er: none;
Another morn- another bids them seek, la verds suffice the secret soul to show, And shout his name till echo waxeth weak; Pre Truth denies all eloquence to Woe. Mount-grotto-cavern-valley search'd in O Conrad's stricken soul exhaustion prest,
vain, capor almost lull'd it into rest; They find on shore a sea-boat's broken chain: o feble now, his mother's softness crept Their hope revives - they follow o'er the To those wild eyes, which like an infant's
'Tis idle all -- moons roll on moons away, to the very weakness of his brain, And Conrad comes not- came not-since Which thus confess'd without relieving pain.
that day: saw his trickling tears-perchance, if Nor trace, nor tidings of his doom declare
Where lives his grief, or perish'd his despair! That useless flood of grief had never been: Long mourn'd his band whom none could Her long they flowd–he dried them to
mourn beside; depart,
And fair the monument they gave his bride: la belpless – hopeless- brokenness of heart: For him they raise not the recording stone goes forth -- but Conrad's day is His death yet dubious, deeds too widely dim;
known; led the night cometh - ne'er to pass from He left a Corsair's name to other times, him.
Link'd with one virtue and a thousand There is no darkness like the cloud of mind
L A R A.
CAN TO I.
He comes at last in sudden loneliness,
And whence they know not, why they need Tur Serfs are glad through Lara's wide
They more might marvel, when the greet And Slavery half forgets her feudal chain; Not that he came, but came not long before
ing's o'er, He, their uphoped, but unforgotten lord, The long self-exiled chieftain is restored :
No train is his beyond a single page, There be bright faces in the busy hall,
Of foreign aspect, and of tender age. Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall;
Years had rollid on, and fast they speed awa, Far chequering o'er the pictured window, To those that wander as to those that stay
But lack of tidings from another clime The unwonted faggots' hospitable blaze;
Had lent a flagging wing to weary Time And
gay retainers gather round the hearth, They see, they recognise, yet almost deer With tongues all loudness, and wih eyes He lives, nor yet is past his manhood's prime
The present dubious, or the past a drean all mirth.
Though seard by toil, and something touch' The chief of Lara is return'd again :
by time; And why had Lara cross'd the bounding
His faults, whate'er they were, if scarc main ?
forgot, Lest by his sire, too young such loss to know, Might be untaught him by his varied lot Lord of himself;- that heritage of woe,
Nor good nor ill of late were known, hi That fearful empire which the human breast But holds to rob the heart within of rest! Might yet uphold his patrimonial fame With none to check, and few to point in time His soul in youth was haughty, but his sin The thousand paths that slope the way to No more than pleasure from the striplin crime;
wins; Then, when he most required command- And such, if not yet hardend in their cours
ment, then Might be redeemd, nor ask a long remorsi Had Lara's daring boyhood govern’d men. It skills not, boots not step by step to trace His youth through all the mazes of its race;
And they indeed were changed Short was the course his restlessness had run,
quichly seen But long enough to leave him half undone. Whate'er he be, 'twas not what he had been
That brow in furrow'd lines had fixida
last, And Lara left in youth his father-land; And spake of passions, but of passion past But from the hour he waved his parting The pride, but not the fire, of early day
Coldness of mien, and carelessness of praise Each trace wax'd fainter of his course, till all A high demeanour, and a glance that tog Had nearly ceased his memory to recal. Their thoughts from others by a single loob His sire was dust, his vassals could declare, And that sarcastic levity of tongue, Twas all they hnew,that Lara was not there; The stinging of a heart the world hath stung Nor sent, nor came he, till conjecture grew That darts in sceming playfulness around Cold in the many, anxious in the few. And makes those feel that will not ow His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name,
the wound; His portrait darkens in its fading frame, All these seein'd his, and something mor Another chief consoled his destined bride,
beneath, The young forgot him, and the old had died; Than glance could well reveal, or accen “ Yet doth he live!” exclaims the impatient
breathe. And sighs for sables which he must not wear. That some can conquer, and that all woul
Ambition, glory, love, the common aim, A hundred scutcheons deck with gloomy The Laras' last and longest dwelling place; Yet scem 'd as lately they had been alive
Within his breast appeard no more to strive But one is absent from the mouldering file, And some deep feeling it were vain to track That now were welcome in that Gothic pile. At moments lighten' o'er his livid face.
Not much he loved long question of the And then, his rarely call'd attendants said, past,
Through night's long hours would sound Ser told of wondrous wilds, and deserts vast,
his hurried tread h those far lands where he had wander'd O'er the dark gallery, where his fathers lone,
frown'd And as himself would have it seem-un- In rude but antique portraiture around: known:
They heard , but whisper'd—“ that must Te these in vain his eye could scarcely scan,
not be knownSer glean experience from his fellow-man; The sound of words less earthly than his own. But what he had beheld he shunnid to show, Yes, they who chose might smile, but some A hardly worth a stranger's care to know;
had seen If still bore prying such inquiry grew, They scarce knew what, but more than His brow fell darker, and his words more
should have been. few.
Why gazed he so upon the ghastly head
Which hands profane had gather'd from Sat marejoiced to see him once again,
the dead, Warm rahis welcome to the haunts of men; That still beside his opend volume lay, Bora of high lineage, link'd in high com- As if to startle all save him away? mand,
Why slept he not when others were at rest? Hemingled with the Magnates of his land; Why heard no music and received no guest? lead the carousals of the great and gay, All was not well they deem'd -- but where Anlay them smile or sigh their hours away;
the wrong? But still he only saw, and did not share Some knew perchance-but 'twere a tale The common pleasure or the general care;
too long; I did not follow what they all pursued And such besides were too discreetly wise, Tib bope still baffled, still to be renew'd; To more than hint their knowledge in kr shadowy honour, nor substantial gain,
surmise ; Sa beauty's preference, and the rival's pain: But if they would - they could "- aronnd hund him some mysterious circle thrown
the board, Repelled approach, and show'd him still Thus Lara's vassals prattled of their lord.
alone; Upon his eye sate something of reproof, That kept at least frivolity aloof; It was the night, and Lara's glassy stream and things more timid that beheld him near, The stars are studding, each with imaged ha silence gazed, or whisper'd mutual fear;
beam: And they the wiser, friendlier few confest So calm, the waters scarcely seem to stray, They deein'd him better than his air exprest. And yet they glide like happiness away;
Reflecting far and fairy-like from high
The immortal lights that live along the sky: Tras strange - in youth all action and Its banks are fringed with many a goodly all life,
tree, Bering for pleasure, not averse from strife; And flowers the fairest that may feast the Woman - the field - the ocean - all that
bee ; gave
Such in her chaplet infant Dian wove, Praise of gladness, peril of a grave, And Innocence would offer to her love. hturn he tried—he ransack'd all below, These deck the shore; the waves their e found his recompense in joy or woe,
channel make Je tame, trite medium; for his feelings In windings bright and mazy like the snake. sought
All was so still, so soft in earth and air, be that intenseness an escape from thought : You scarce would start to meet a spirit there; The tempest of his heart in scorn had gazed Secure that nought of evil could delight On that the feebler elements hath raised; To walk in such a scene, on such a night! The rapture of his heart had look'd on high, It was a moment only for the good : had asked if greater dwelt beyond the sky: So Lara deem'd, nor longer there he stood, Caiaid to excess, the slave of each extreme, But turn'd in silence to his castle-gate; Not woke he from the wildness of that Such scene his soul no more could contemdream?
plate: ! he told not-but he did awake
Such scene reminded him of other days, curse the wither'd heart that would Of skies more cloudless, moons of purer not break.
Of nights more soft and frequent, hearts Books , for his volume heretofore was Man,
that nowWith eye more curions he appear'd to scan, No-no-the storm may beat upon his brow, Prom all communion he would start away? A night of beauty, mock'd
such breast as hip