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Whose scattered streams from granite basins burst, Leap into life, and sparkling woo your thirst; From crag to cliff they mount-Near yonder cave, What lonely straggler looks along the wave ? 130 In pensive posture leaning on the brand, Not oft a resting-staff to that red hand ? " "Tis he—'tis Conrad-here-as wont--alone; “ On Juan! on--and make our purpose known. ~ The bark he views—and tell him we would greet “ His ear with tidings he must quickly meet : “We dare not yet approach-thou know'st his mood, “When strange or uninvited steps intrude.”
Him Juan sought, and told of their intent-
“ These letters, Chief, are from the Greek-the spy, • Who still proclaims our spoil or peril nigh: “ Whate'er his tidings, we can well report, “ Much that”-" Peace, peace!"-He cuts their
prating short. Wondering they turn, abashed, while each to each Conjecture whispers in his muttering speech : They watch his glance with many a stealing look, To gather how that eye the tidings took ; 150 But, this as if he guessed, with head aside, Perchance from some emotion, doubt, or pride, He read the scroll My tablets, Juan, hark“ Where is Gonsalvo ?"
6. In the anchored bark." “ There let him stay—to him this order bear. “ Back to your duty-for my course preparc:
Myself this enterprize to-night will share."
“ To-night, Lord Conrad?"
“Ay! at set of sun : 160 “ The breeze will freshen when the day is done.
My corslet-cloak—one hour-and we are gone.
Sling on thy bugle-see that free from rust, “ My carbine-lock springs worthy of my trust; “Be the edge sharpened of my boarding-brand, “And give it's guard more room to fit my hand. “ This let the Armourer with speed dispose ; “ Last time, it more fatigued my arm than foes : “ Mark that the signal-gun be duly fired, “ To tell us when the hour of stay's expired.” 170
They make obeisance, and retire in haste,
That man of loneliness and mystery,
Oh! if he knew the weight of splendid chains,
Unlike the heroes of each ancient race,
Demons in act, but Gods at least in face,