CANTO THE FIRST XIV |
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CANTO THE FIRSTXIV
His page approach`d, and he alone appear`d
To know the import of the words they heard;
And by the changes of his cheek and brow
They were not such as Lara should avow,
Nor he interpret, yet with less surprise
Than those around their chieftain`s state he eyes,
But Lara`s prostrate form he bent beside,
And in that tongue which seem`d his own replied,
And Lara heeds those tones that gently seem
To soothe away the horrors of his dream;
If dream it were, that thus could overthrow
A breast that needed not ideal woe.
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