His memory read in such a meaning more Forward he sprung-a moment, both were gone, All had so mix'd their feelings with that scene, XXIX. The crowd are gone, the revellers at rest; There lie love's feverish hope, and cunning's guile, O'er each vain eye oblivion's pinions wave, Where weakness, strength, vice, virtue, sunk supine, 641 Glad for awhile to heave unconscious breath, LARA. CANTO SECOND. I. NIGHT Wanes-the vapours round the mountains curl'd Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. Man has another day to swell the past, And lead him near to little, but his last; But mighty Nature bounds us from her birth, 650 The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth; Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream, Immortal man! behold her glories shine, |