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But yet the sword instinctively retains,
Though from its fellow shrink the falling reins;
These Kaled snatches : dizzy with the blow,
And senseless bending o'er his saddle-bow,
Perceives not Lara that his anxious page 1035
Beguiles his charger from the combat’s rage :
Meantime his followers charge, and charge again;
Too mix'd the slayers now to heed the slain!


Day glimmers on the dying and the dead,
The cloven cuirass, and the helmless head; 1040
The war-horse masterless is on the earth,
And that last


hath burst his bloody girth; And near yet quivering with what life remain'd, The heel that urged him and the hand that rein'd; And some too near that rolling torrent lie, 1045 Whose waters mock the lip of those that die ; That panting thirst which scorches in the breath Of those that die the soldier's fiery death, In vain impels the burning mouth to crave One drop—the last—to cool it for the grave ;

1050 With feeble and convulsive effort swept, Their limbs along the crimson'd turf have crept; The faint remains of life such struggles waste, But yet they reach the stream, and bend to taste: They feel its freshness, and almost partake- 1053 Why pause ? No further thirst have they to slakeIt is unquench'd, and yet they feel it not; It was an agony-bụt now forgot!


Beneath a lime, remoter from the scene,
Where but for him that strife had never been,

A breathing but devoted warrior lay:
'Twas Lara bleeding fast from life away.
His follower once, and now his only guide,
Kneels Kaled watchful o'er his welling side,
And with his scarf would staunch the tides that rush,
With each convulsion, in a blacker gush; 1066
And then, as his faint breathing waxes low,
In feebler, not less fatal tricklings flow :
He scarce can speak, but motions him 'tis vain,
And merely adds another throb to pain. 1070
He clasps the hand that pang which would assuage,
And sadly smiles his thanks to that dark page
Who nothing fears, nor feels, nor heeds, nor sees,
Save that damp brow which rests upon his knees;
Save that pale aspect, where the eye, though dim, 1075
Held all the light that shone on earth for him.


The foe arrives, who long had search'd the field,
Their triumph nought till Lara too should yield ;
They would remove him, but they see 'twere vain,
And he regards them with a calm disdain, 1080
That rose to reconcile him with his fate,
And that escape to death from living hate:

And Otho comes, and leaping from his steed,
Looks on the bleeding foe that made him bleed,
And questions of his state; he answers not, 1085
Scarce glances on him as on one forgot,
And turns to Kaled :-each remaining word,
They understood not, if distinctly heard ;
His dying tones are in that other tongue,
To which some strange remembrance wildly clung. 1090
They spake of other scenes, but what-is known
To Kaled, whom their meaning reach'd alone;
And he replied, though faintly, to their sound,
While gazed the rest in dumb amazement round :
They seem'd even then-that twain-unto the last
To half forget the present in the past ;

1096 To share between themselves some separate fate, Whose darkness none beside should penetrate.


Their words though faint were many-from the tone
Their import those who heard could judge alone; 1100
From this, you might have deem'd young Kaled's death
More near than Lara's by his voice and breath,
So sad, so deep, and hesitating broke
The accents his scarce-moving pale lips spoke;
But Lara's voice though low, at first was clear 1105
And calm, till murmuring death gasp'd hoarsely near
But from his visage little could we guess,

unrepentant, dark, and passionless,

Upon that

Save that when struggling nearer to his last,

his eye was kindly cast;

And once as Kaled's answering accents ceast,
Rose Lara's hand, and pointed to the East:
Whether (as then the breaking sun from high
Roll'd back the clouds) the morrow caught his eye,
Or that 'twas chance, or some remember'd scene 1115
That raised his arm to point where such had been,
Scarce Kaled seem'd to know, but turn'd away,
As if his heart abhorr'd that coming day.
And shrunk his glance before that morning light,
To look on Lara's brow—where all grew night. 1120
Yet sense seem'd left, though better were its loss;
For when one near display'd the absolving cross,
And proffer'd to his touch the holy bead,
Of which his parting soul might ow
He look'd upon it with an eye profane,

1125 And smiled-Heaven pardon! if 'twere with disdain : And Kaled, though he spoke not, nor withdrew From Lara's face his fix'd despairing view, With brow repulsive, and with gesture swift, Flung back the hand which held the sacred gift, 1130 As if such but disturbed the expiring man, Nor seem'd to know his life but then began, That life of Immortality, secure To none, save them whose faith in Christ is sure,

the need,

XX. But gasping heaved the breath that Lara drew, 1135 And dull the film along his dim eye grew; His limbs stretch'd fluttering, and his head droop'd o'er The weak yet still untiring knee that bore; He press'd the hand he held upon his heartIt beats no more, but Kaled will not part 1140 With the cold grasp, but feels, and feels in vain, For that faint throb which answers not again. " It beats !"-Away, thou dreamer! he is goneIt once was Lara which thou look'st upon.


He gazed, as if not yet had pass'd away

1145 The haughty spirit of that humble clay; And those around have roused him from his trance, But cannot tear from thence his fixed glance; And when in raising him from where he bore Within his arms the form that felt no more, 1150 He saw the head his breast would still sustain, Roll down like earth to earth upon the plain; He did not dash himself thereby, nor tear The glossy tendrils of his raven hair, But strove to stand and gaze, but reeld and fell, 1155 Scarce breathing more than that he loved so well. Than that he loved! Oh! never yet beneath The breast of man such trusty love may breathe!

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