CANTO THE FIRST I |
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CANTO THE FIRSTI
The Serfs are glad through Lara`s wide domain,
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain;
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord —
The long self-exiled chieftain is restored:
There be bright faces in the busy hall,
Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall;
Far chequering o`er the pictured window, plays
The unwonted fagots` hospitable blaze;
And gay retainers gather round the hearth,
With tongues all loudness, and with eyes all mirth.
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