He, their unhop'd, but unforgotten lord. His follower once, and now his only guide, Kneels Kaled watchful o'er his welling side, And with his scarf would stanch the tides that rush With each convulsion in a blacker gush; 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. This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. [Byron, George Gordon Lord] London: Printed for J. Murray by T. Davison, 1814. He gazed, as if not yet had pass'd away 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, 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 reel'd and fell, Scarce breathing more than that he loved so well. What boots the oft-repeated tale of strife, The feast of vultures, and the waste of life? Such is their cry--some watchword for the fight Must vindicate the wrong, and warp the right; Religion--freedom--vengeance--what you will, A word's enough to raise mankind to kill; Some factious phrase by cunning caught and spread, That guilt may reign, and wolves and worms be fed! Imprint London : Art Union of London, 1879 ([London] : Harrison and Sons, printers in ordinary to Her Majesty, St. Martin's Lane) Physical description 12 p., 20 leaves of plates : ill. ; 31 x 41 cm. There is a festival, where knights and dames, And aught that wealth or lofty lineage claims, Appear — a high-born and a welcomed guest To Otho's hall came Lara with the rest. I love creating healthy, vibrant and colourful recipes that feed my body and soul. Oh! It details Count Lara's return home after spending a few years travelling abroad. XV. This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. Yes, they who chose might smile, but some had seen They scarce knew what, but more than should have been. his faith I cannot fear, If yet he be on earth, expect him here; The roof that held him in the valley stands Between my own and noble Lara's lands; My halls from such a guest had honour gain'd, Nor had Sir Ezzelin his host disdain'd, But that some previous proof forbade his stay, And urged him to prepare against to-day; The word I pledge for his I pledge again, Or will myself redeem his knighthood's stain.' XXIV. ‎This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. In Byron’s 1814 poem, Lara, A Tale, Count Lara returns to his patrimony accompanied by a page named Kaled. XXIII. 'tis lined with many a hostile rank. Rude Baby Red. He lives, nor yet is past his manhood's prime, Though sear'd by toil, and something touch'd by time; His faults, whate'er they were, if scarce forgot, Might be untaught him by his varied lot; Nor good nor ill of late were known, his name Might yet uphold his patrimonial fame. that meteor of a night, Who menaced but to disappear with light. A hater of his kind? Such truths to be divulged, Methinks the accuser's rest is long indulged. Away! XXV.And Lara call'd his page, and went his way-- Well could that stripling word or sign obey: His only follower from those climes afar Where the soul glows beneath a brighter star; For Lara left the shore from whence he sprung, In duty patient, and sedate though young; Silent as him he served, his fate appears Above his station, and beyond his years. Not unrejoiced to see him once again, Warm was his welcome to the haunts of men; Born of high lineage, link'd in high command, He mingled with the magnates of his land; Join'd the carousals of the great and gay, And saw them smile or sigh their hours away; But still he only saw, and did not share The common pleasure or the general care; He did not follow what they all pursued, With hope still baffled, still to be renew'd; Nor shadowy honour, nor substantial gain, Nor beauty's preference, and the rival's pain: Around him some mysterious circle thrown Repell'd approach, and showed him still alone; Upon his eye sate something of reproof, That kept at least frivolity aloof; And things more timid that beheld him near, In silence gazed, or whisper'd mutual fear; And they the wiser, friendlier few confess'd They deem'd him better than his air express'd. XV. A postscript relates how a local woodcutter saw Sir Ezzelin's body being thrown in the lake by a masked horseman the night of his disappearance. The collection provides readers with a perspective of the world from some of the 18th and 19th century’s most talented writers. Unabridged Edition . The general rumour ignorantly loud, The mystery dearest to the curious crowd; The seeming friendlessness of him who strove To win no confidence, and wake no love; The sweeping fierceness which his soul betray'd, The skill with which he wielded his keen blade; Where had his arm unwarlike caught that art? The lust of booty, and the thirst of hate, Lure on the broken brigands to their fate: In vain he doth whate'er a chief may do, To check the headlong fury of that crew, In vain their stubborn ardour he would tame, The hand that kindles cannot quench the flame. LibriVox recording of Lara, A Tale, by Lord George Gordon Byron. He turn'd within his solitary hall, And his high shadow shot along the wall; There were the painted forms of other times, 'Twas all they left of virtues or of crimes, Save vague tradition; and the gloomy vaults That hid their dust, their foibles, and their faults; And half a column of the pompous page, That speeds the specious tale from age to age: When history's pen its praise or blame supplies, And lies like truth, and still most truly lies. In the second canto, the nobles are assembled on the morrow in Otho's hall to hear the charges and defense. This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. Lara, A Tale by BYRON, George Gordon, Lord LibriVox Books Listen on Apple Podcasts. 'Tis Otho's banner--the pursuer's spear! 'To-morrow!--ay, to-morrow!' Kaled is a woman disguised as a young male page, a fact that is hidden from the reader until the very end of the poem, after Lara’s death. That trying moment hath at once reveal'd The secret long and yet but half conceal'd; In baring to revive that lifeless breast, Its grief seem'd ended, but the sex confess'd; And life return'd, and Kaled felt no shame-- What now to her was Womanhood or Fame? https://petercochran.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/the_corsair_and_lara.pdf, "The Haunting of Villa Diodati" (2020 TV episode), https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Lara,_A_Tale&oldid=891979803, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License, This page was last edited on 11 April 2019, at 11:47. Running Time. She refuses to leave Lara's body, and remains living by the tree at which he fell and was buried, until her death. Lara : a tale. XIX. They raise him — bear him: hush! IV.Short was the conflict; furious, blindly rash, Vain Otho gave his bosom to the gash: He bled, and fell; but not with deadly wound, Stretch'd by a dextrous sleight along the ground. It's been my dream for a long time, and I finally decided to make my dreams come true. Returning to his patrimony with a retinue consisting of one foreign-born page, Count Lara resumes the management of his landed estates. Lara is revived by Kaled, who speaks to him in a foreign tongue. However, although Lara shows up, Ezzelin does not appear. They were not common links that form'd the chain That bound to Lara Kaled's heart and brain; But that wild tale she brook'd not to unfold, And seal'd is now each lip that could have told. VIII.Within that land was many a malcontent, Who cursed the tyranny to which he bent; That soil full many a wringing despot saw, Who work'd his wantonness in form of law; Long war without and frequent broil within Had made a path for blood and giant sin, That waited but a signal to begin New havoc, such as civil discord blends, Which knows no neuter, owns but foes or friends; Fix'd in his feudal fortress each was lord, In word and deed obey'd, in soul abhorr'd. [1] Such scene reminded him of other days, Of skies more cloudless, moons of purer blaze, Of nights more soft and frequent, hearts that now-- No — no — the storm may beat upon his brow, Unfelt — unsparing — but a night like this, A night of beauty mock'd such breast as his. One of Byron's footnotes explains that, even though the name "Lara" is of Spanish origin, "no circumstance of local or national description fix[es] the scene or hero of the poem to any country or age".[3]. Lara, A Tale is a rhymed, tragic narrative poem by Lord Byron; first published in 1814. All now was ripe, he waits but to proclaim That slavery nothing which was still a name. Count Lara is successful in his battle against all odds, until one night he encounters a large group and attempts to fight them. ''Tis he!' A Tale Poem by George Gordon Byron - Poem Hunter. II. His sire was dust, his vassals could declare, 'Twas all they knew, that Lara was not there; Nor sent, nor came he, till conjecture grew Cold in the many, anxious in the few. Grief had so tamed a spirit once too proud, Her tears were few, her wailing never loud; But furious would you tear her from the spot Where yet she scarce believed that he was not, Her eye shot forth with all the living fire That haunts the tigress in her whelpless ire; But left to waste her weary moments there, She talk'd all idly unto shapes of air, Such as the busy brain of Sorrow paints, And woos to listen to her fond complaints; And she would sit beneath the very tree, Where lay his drooping head upon her knee; And in that posture where she saw him fall, His words, his looks, his dying grasp recall; And she had shorn, but saved her raven hair, And oft would snatch it from her bosom there, And fold and press it gently to the ground, As if she stanch'd anew some phantom's wound. All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night! To her he might be gentleness; the stern Have deeper thoughts than your dull eyes discern, And when they love, your smilers guess not how Beats the strong heart, though less the lips avow. 6 pp undated ads. None fled, for well they knew that flight were vain, But those that waver turn to smite again, While yet they find the firmest of the foe Recoil before their leader's look and blow; Now girt with numbers, now almost alone, He foils their ranks, or reunites his own; Himself he spared not--once they seem'd to fly-- Now was the time, he waved his hand on high, And shook--Why sudden droops that plumed crest? After some initial success, Lara's undisciplined rabble get the worst of it; when defeat, desertion, and ambush have reduced Lara's army into a small though faithful band, he resolves to lead them over the border into another country. Not so in him; his breast had buried both, Nor common gazers could discern the growth Of thoughts that mortal lips must leave half told; They choke the feeble words that would unfold. 1 Hr. What had he been? Read by Nathan. Returning to his patrimony with a retinue consisting of one foreign-born page, Count Lara resumes the management of his landed estates. 'A word!--I charge thee stay, and answer here To one, who, wert thou noble, were thy peer, But as thou wast and art--nay, frown not, lord, If false, 'tis easy to disprove the word-- But as thou wast and art, on thee looks down, Distrusts thy smiles, but shakes not at thy frown. His faith was pledged, and Lara's promise given, To meet it in the eye of man and Heaven. “Ms. I.Night wanes--the vapours round the mountains curl'd, Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. XXV. The word hath pass'd his lips, and onward driven, Pours the link'd band through ranks asunder riven; Well has each steed obey'd the armed heel, And flash the scimitars, and rings the steel; Outnumber'd, not outbraved, they still oppose Despair to daring, and a front to foes; And blood is mingled with the dashing stream, Which runs all redly till the morning beam. They laid him in the earth, and on his breast, Besides the wound that sent his soul to rest, They found the scattered dints of many a scar Which were not planted there in recent war: Where'er had pass'd his summer years of life, It seems they vanish'd in a land of strife; But all unknown his glory or his guilt, These only told that somewhere blood was spilt. there be murmurs heard in Lara's hall-- A sound--voice--a shriek--a fearful call! The name Lara is a girl's name of Russian origin meaning "citadel".. Lara, A Tale was first published anonymously by Lord Byron in 1814 alongside another poem that was not written by Byron. Available online This edition of Lara: A Tale includes a table of contents. Books, for his volume heretofore was Man, With eye more curious he appear'd to scan, And oft, in sudden mood, for many a day From all communion he would start away: And then, his rarely call'd attendants said, Through night's long hours would sound his hurried tread O'er the dark gallery, where his fathers frown'd In rude but antique portraiture around. Welcome to Lara's tale, a healthy food blog here for you to explore. XVIII. Than that he lov'd! to wait for their assault Were fate well worthy of a coward's halt.' Vain thought! XXI.And Lara gazed on these sedately glad, His brow belied him if his soul was sad, And his glance follow'd fast each fluttering fair, Whose steps of lightness woke no echo there: He lean'd against the lofty pillar nigh With folded arms and long attentive eye, Nor mark'd a glance so sternly fix'd on his, Ill brook'd high Lara scrutiny like this: At length he caught it, 'tis a face unknown, But seems as searching his, and his alone; Prying and dark, a stranger's by his mien, Who still till now had gazed on him unseen; At length encountering meets the mutual gaze Of keen inquiry, and of mute amaze; On Lara's glance emotion gathering grew, As if distrusting that the stranger threw; Along the stranger's aspect fix'd and stern Flash'd more than thence the vulgar eye could learn. Sans. what was he, thus unknown, Who walk'd their world, his lineage only known? This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. XX. None knew nor how, nor why, but he entwined Himself perforce around the hearer's mind; There he was stamp'd, in liking, or in hate, If greeted once; however brief the date That friendship, pity, or aversion knew, Still there within the inmost thought he grew. 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, 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, 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. Though not unknown the tongue of Lara's land, In such from him he rarely heard command; But fleet his step, and clear his tones would come, When Lara's lip breathed forth the words of home: Those accents, as his native mountains dear, Awake their absent echoes in his ear, Friends', kindreds', parents', wonted voice recall, Now lost, abjured, for one--his friend, his all: For him earth now disclosed no other guide; What marvel then he rarely left his side? This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. Lord Byron was an English poet who became one of the leading figures in the Romantic Movement. XIII. The narrative poem recounts the story of the fateful return of Count Lara to his home after spending years abroad traveling the orient. Share This Description. The first work composed after Byron abandoned the idea of giving up writing and buying back his copyrights, it is regarded by critics as a continuation of the autobiographical work begun in The Corsair. The FICTION & PROSE LITERATURE collection includes books from the British Library digitised by Microsoft. Lara, a Tale... [George Gordon N. Byron (6th Baron )., Lara (Fict Name ).] In mythology, Lara was a nymph in Ovid's Fasti known for her beauty and inability to keep secrets. Search. XII. George Gordon, Lord BYRON (1788 - 1824) This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. Where was this Ezzelin? As a place name, Lara is a state in Venezuela. on Amazon.com. First, this leads to a duel that Count Lara ends up winning and as the story progresses, he must also fight both friends and foes. Welcome to Lara's tale, a healthy food blog here for you to explore. After an angry exchange, Otho offers to fight Lara in his cousin's stead, and is quickly overpowered by Lara, who spares him at the intercession of the nobles. The poem is composed of two cantos. XXVII.If aught he loved, 'twas Lara; but was shown His faith in reverence and in deeds alone; In mute attention; and his care, which guess'd Each wish, fulfill'd it ere the tongue express'd. VIII. he is gone-- It once was Lara which thou look'st upon. That morning he had freed the soil-bound slaves Who dig no land for tyrants but their graves! “Lara Trump, the president’s daughter-in-law who emerged during the 2020 presidential campaign as a defender of President Trump’s basest political instincts, is now eyeing a political future of her own in her home state of North Carolina,” the New York Times reports. Listen to Lara, A Tale by Lord Byron,LibriVox Community with a free trial.\nListen to unlimited* audiobooks on the web, iPad, iPhone and Android. his the oppress'd o'er-labour'd heart That ceased to beat, the look that made them start? XII. Unfortunately, he is mortally wounded in the process and dies at the end of the poem. First Edition of LARA; JACQUELINE, which is by Samuel Rogers, had previously been privately printed. The copy text that Byron wrote for the first edition was made between June 14 and June 23, 1814. Where had that fierceness grown upon his heart? One hope survives, the frontier is not far, And thence they may escape from native war; And bear within them to the neighbouring state An exile's sorrows, or an outlaw's hate: Hard is the task their fatherland to quit, But harder still to perish or submit. Lara agrees, and soon leaves the hall, together with Kaled. 'To-morrow be it,' Ezzelin replied, 'And here our several worth and truth be tried: I gage my life, my falchion to attest My words, so may I mingle with the blest!' I know him not--but me it seems he knew In lands where--but I must not trifle too: Produce this babbler--or redeem the pledge; Here in thy hold, and with thy falchion's edge.' Lara, a Tale Paperback – August 31, 2010 by George Gordon Byron (Author) Kaled is a woman disguised as a young male page, a fact that is hidden from the reader until the very end of the poem, after Lara’s death. never canst thou cancel half her debt, Eternity forbids thee to forget.' XX. It was a moment only for the good: So Lara deem'd, nor longer there he stood, But turn'd in silence to his castle-gate; Such scene his soul no more could contemplate. In the first, the mysterious count Lara, of ancient lineage, returns to his native country after a long absence in foreign countries. *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. 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Lara attends an evening reception given by count Otho, a local dignitary. 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; To share between themselves some separate fate, Whose darkness none beside should penetrate. This is an alternative to Laura or Lauren made romantic by Dr Zhivago, and badass by video-game heroine Lara Croft. Addeddate 2008-02-28 22:15:30 Bookplateleaf 0004 Call number ucb_banc:GLAD-67158821 Original drab paper-covered boards with printed spine label. It might be Viktor’s big day at the concert hall, but it’s also his mother Lara’s 60th birthday. 34 Min. XXIX.The crowd are gone, the revellers at rest; The courteous host, and all-approving guest, Again to that accustom'd couch must creep Where joy subsides, and sorrow sighs to sleep, And man, o'erlabour'd with his being's strife, Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life: There lie love's feverish hope. Lara, A Tale George Gordon, Lord BYRON (1788 - 1824) This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. His undiscover'd limbs to ocean roll; And charity upon the hope would dwell It was not Lara's hand by which he fell. Some knew perchance--but 'twere a tale too long; And such besides were too discreetly wise, To more than hint their knowledge in surmise; But if they would--they could'--around the board, Thus Lara's vassals prattled of their lord. whose deeds--' 'Whate'er I be, Words wild as these, accusers like to thee, I list no further; those with whom they weigh May hear the rest, nor venture to gainsay The wondrous tale no doubt thy tongue can tell, Which thus begins courteously and well. By him no peasant mourn'd his rifled cot, And scarce the serf could murmur o'er his lot; With him old avarice found its hoard secure, With him contempt forbore to mock the poor; Youth present cheer and promised recompense Detain'd, till all too late to part from thence: To hate he offer'd, with the coming change, The deep reversion of delay'd revenge; To love, long baffled by the unequal match, The well-won charms success was sure to snatch. Commanding, aiding, animating all, Where foe appear'd to press, or friend to fall, Cheers Lara's voice, and waves or strikes his steel, Inspiring hope himself had ceased to feel. All was not well, they deem'd--but where the wrong? Ponder — is there none Thy heart must answer, though thine ear would shun? They heard, but whisper'd--'that must not be known-- The sound of words less earthly than his own. Lara, a genus of beetles; Lara, a cultivar of walnut; Sport. Relationship: Papyrus. LARA, A TALE. WorldCat Home About WorldCat Help. Upon that night (a peasant's is the tale) A Serf that cross'd the intervening vale, When Cynthia's light almost gave way to morn, And nearly veil'd in mist her waning horn; A Serf, that rose betimes to thread the wood, And hew the bough that bought his children's food, Pass'd by the river that divides the plain Of Otho's lands and Lara's broad domain: He heard a tramp--a horse and horseman broke From out the wood--before him was a cloak Wrapt round some burthen at his saddle-bow, Bent was his head, and hidden was his brow. His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name, His portrait darkens in its fading frame, Another chief consoled his destined bride, The young forgot him, and the old had died; 'Yet doth he live!' This tragic narrative poem is seen as a continuation of another poem of Byron's, The Corsair. Yes — there be things which we must dream and dare And execute ere thought be half aware: Whate'er might Kaled's be, it was enow To seal his lip, but agonise his brow. XXIII. Said Trump: “People have not been talking to pollsters, and we think it’s going to be a landslide victory and we aren’t even going to need to take this into further days.” Why slept he not when others were at rest? XVII.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. that hour of ne'er unravell'd gloom Came not again, or Lara could assume A seeming of forgetfulness that made His vassals more amazed nor less afraid--Had memory vanish'd then with sense restored? 'The charge be ours! | JACQUELINE, A Tale. XIV. 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 own the need, He look'd upon it with an eye profane, And smiled — Heaven pardon! He had hoped quiet in his sullen lair, But man and destiny beset him there: Inured to hunters, he was found at bay; And they must kill, they cannot snare the prey. Returning to his patrimony with a retinue consisting of one foreign-born page, Count Lara resumes the management of his landed estates. He ceased--and Lara answer'd, 'I am here To lend at thy demand a listening ear, To tales of evil from a stranger's tongue, Whose words already might my heart have wrung, But that I deem'd him scarcely less than mad, Or, at the worst, a foe ignobly bad. The first three editions were published together and anonymously, selling almost 7,000 copies. It's been my dream for a long time, and I finally decided to make my dreams come true. he breathes, he speaks! [1] Unlike The Corsair, it was published anonymously, in conjunction with Samuel Rogers' Jacqueline.[2]. never yet beneath The breast of man such trusty love may breathe! Fourth edition. He is accompanied solely by an oriental page, Kaled, who is silently devoted to him. And Slavery half forgets her feudal chain > He, their unhop'd, but unforgotten lord. His follower once, and now his only guide, Kneels Kaled watchful o'er his welling side, And with his scarf would stanch the tides that rush With each convulsion in a blacker gush; 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. This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. [Byron, George Gordon Lord] London: Printed for J. Murray by T. Davison, 1814. He gazed, as if not yet had pass'd away 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, 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 reel'd and fell, Scarce breathing more than that he loved so well. What boots the oft-repeated tale of strife, The feast of vultures, and the waste of life? Such is their cry--some watchword for the fight Must vindicate the wrong, and warp the right; Religion--freedom--vengeance--what you will, A word's enough to raise mankind to kill; Some factious phrase by cunning caught and spread, That guilt may reign, and wolves and worms be fed! Imprint London : Art Union of London, 1879 ([London] : Harrison and Sons, printers in ordinary to Her Majesty, St. Martin's Lane) Physical description 12 p., 20 leaves of plates : ill. ; 31 x 41 cm. There is a festival, where knights and dames, And aught that wealth or lofty lineage claims, Appear — a high-born and a welcomed guest To Otho's hall came Lara with the rest. I love creating healthy, vibrant and colourful recipes that feed my body and soul. Oh! It details Count Lara's return home after spending a few years travelling abroad. XV. This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. Yes, they who chose might smile, but some had seen They scarce knew what, but more than should have been. his faith I cannot fear, If yet he be on earth, expect him here; The roof that held him in the valley stands Between my own and noble Lara's lands; My halls from such a guest had honour gain'd, Nor had Sir Ezzelin his host disdain'd, But that some previous proof forbade his stay, And urged him to prepare against to-day; The word I pledge for his I pledge again, Or will myself redeem his knighthood's stain.' XXIV. ‎This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. In Byron’s 1814 poem, Lara, A Tale, Count Lara returns to his patrimony accompanied by a page named Kaled. XXIII. 'tis lined with many a hostile rank. Rude Baby Red. He lives, nor yet is past his manhood's prime, Though sear'd by toil, and something touch'd by time; His faults, whate'er they were, if scarce forgot, Might be untaught him by his varied lot; Nor good nor ill of late were known, his name Might yet uphold his patrimonial fame. that meteor of a night, Who menaced but to disappear with light. A hater of his kind? Such truths to be divulged, Methinks the accuser's rest is long indulged. Away! XXV.And Lara call'd his page, and went his way-- Well could that stripling word or sign obey: His only follower from those climes afar Where the soul glows beneath a brighter star; For Lara left the shore from whence he sprung, In duty patient, and sedate though young; Silent as him he served, his fate appears Above his station, and beyond his years. Not unrejoiced to see him once again, Warm was his welcome to the haunts of men; Born of high lineage, link'd in high command, He mingled with the magnates of his land; Join'd the carousals of the great and gay, And saw them smile or sigh their hours away; But still he only saw, and did not share The common pleasure or the general care; He did not follow what they all pursued, With hope still baffled, still to be renew'd; Nor shadowy honour, nor substantial gain, Nor beauty's preference, and the rival's pain: Around him some mysterious circle thrown Repell'd approach, and showed him still alone; Upon his eye sate something of reproof, That kept at least frivolity aloof; And things more timid that beheld him near, In silence gazed, or whisper'd mutual fear; And they the wiser, friendlier few confess'd They deem'd him better than his air express'd. XV. A postscript relates how a local woodcutter saw Sir Ezzelin's body being thrown in the lake by a masked horseman the night of his disappearance. The collection provides readers with a perspective of the world from some of the 18th and 19th century’s most talented writers. Unabridged Edition . The general rumour ignorantly loud, The mystery dearest to the curious crowd; The seeming friendlessness of him who strove To win no confidence, and wake no love; The sweeping fierceness which his soul betray'd, The skill with which he wielded his keen blade; Where had his arm unwarlike caught that art? The lust of booty, and the thirst of hate, Lure on the broken brigands to their fate: In vain he doth whate'er a chief may do, To check the headlong fury of that crew, In vain their stubborn ardour he would tame, The hand that kindles cannot quench the flame. LibriVox recording of Lara, A Tale, by Lord George Gordon Byron. He turn'd within his solitary hall, And his high shadow shot along the wall; There were the painted forms of other times, 'Twas all they left of virtues or of crimes, Save vague tradition; and the gloomy vaults That hid their dust, their foibles, and their faults; And half a column of the pompous page, That speeds the specious tale from age to age: When history's pen its praise or blame supplies, And lies like truth, and still most truly lies. In the second canto, the nobles are assembled on the morrow in Otho's hall to hear the charges and defense. This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. Lara, A Tale by BYRON, George Gordon, Lord LibriVox Books Listen on Apple Podcasts. 'Tis Otho's banner--the pursuer's spear! 'To-morrow!--ay, to-morrow!' Kaled is a woman disguised as a young male page, a fact that is hidden from the reader until the very end of the poem, after Lara’s death. That trying moment hath at once reveal'd The secret long and yet but half conceal'd; In baring to revive that lifeless breast, Its grief seem'd ended, but the sex confess'd; And life return'd, and Kaled felt no shame-- What now to her was Womanhood or Fame? https://petercochran.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/the_corsair_and_lara.pdf, "The Haunting of Villa Diodati" (2020 TV episode), https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Lara,_A_Tale&oldid=891979803, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License, This page was last edited on 11 April 2019, at 11:47. Running Time. She refuses to leave Lara's body, and remains living by the tree at which he fell and was buried, until her death. Lara : a tale. XIX. They raise him — bear him: hush! IV.Short was the conflict; furious, blindly rash, Vain Otho gave his bosom to the gash: He bled, and fell; but not with deadly wound, Stretch'd by a dextrous sleight along the ground. It's been my dream for a long time, and I finally decided to make my dreams come true. Returning to his patrimony with a retinue consisting of one foreign-born page, Count Lara resumes the management of his landed estates. Lara is revived by Kaled, who speaks to him in a foreign tongue. However, although Lara shows up, Ezzelin does not appear. They were not common links that form'd the chain That bound to Lara Kaled's heart and brain; But that wild tale she brook'd not to unfold, And seal'd is now each lip that could have told. VIII.Within that land was many a malcontent, Who cursed the tyranny to which he bent; That soil full many a wringing despot saw, Who work'd his wantonness in form of law; Long war without and frequent broil within Had made a path for blood and giant sin, That waited but a signal to begin New havoc, such as civil discord blends, Which knows no neuter, owns but foes or friends; Fix'd in his feudal fortress each was lord, In word and deed obey'd, in soul abhorr'd. [1] Such scene reminded him of other days, Of skies more cloudless, moons of purer blaze, Of nights more soft and frequent, hearts that now-- No — no — the storm may beat upon his brow, Unfelt — unsparing — but a night like this, A night of beauty mock'd such breast as his. One of Byron's footnotes explains that, even though the name "Lara" is of Spanish origin, "no circumstance of local or national description fix[es] the scene or hero of the poem to any country or age".[3]. Lara, A Tale is a rhymed, tragic narrative poem by Lord Byron; first published in 1814. All now was ripe, he waits but to proclaim That slavery nothing which was still a name. Count Lara is successful in his battle against all odds, until one night he encounters a large group and attempts to fight them. ''Tis he!' A Tale Poem by George Gordon Byron - Poem Hunter. II. His sire was dust, his vassals could declare, 'Twas all they knew, that Lara was not there; Nor sent, nor came he, till conjecture grew Cold in the many, anxious in the few. Grief had so tamed a spirit once too proud, Her tears were few, her wailing never loud; But furious would you tear her from the spot Where yet she scarce believed that he was not, Her eye shot forth with all the living fire That haunts the tigress in her whelpless ire; But left to waste her weary moments there, She talk'd all idly unto shapes of air, Such as the busy brain of Sorrow paints, And woos to listen to her fond complaints; And she would sit beneath the very tree, Where lay his drooping head upon her knee; And in that posture where she saw him fall, His words, his looks, his dying grasp recall; And she had shorn, but saved her raven hair, And oft would snatch it from her bosom there, And fold and press it gently to the ground, As if she stanch'd anew some phantom's wound. All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night! To her he might be gentleness; the stern Have deeper thoughts than your dull eyes discern, And when they love, your smilers guess not how Beats the strong heart, though less the lips avow. 6 pp undated ads. None fled, for well they knew that flight were vain, But those that waver turn to smite again, While yet they find the firmest of the foe Recoil before their leader's look and blow; Now girt with numbers, now almost alone, He foils their ranks, or reunites his own; Himself he spared not--once they seem'd to fly-- Now was the time, he waved his hand on high, And shook--Why sudden droops that plumed crest? After some initial success, Lara's undisciplined rabble get the worst of it; when defeat, desertion, and ambush have reduced Lara's army into a small though faithful band, he resolves to lead them over the border into another country. Not so in him; his breast had buried both, Nor common gazers could discern the growth Of thoughts that mortal lips must leave half told; They choke the feeble words that would unfold. 1 Hr. What had he been? Read by Nathan. Returning to his patrimony with a retinue consisting of one foreign-born page, Count Lara resumes the management of his landed estates. 'A word!--I charge thee stay, and answer here To one, who, wert thou noble, were thy peer, But as thou wast and art--nay, frown not, lord, If false, 'tis easy to disprove the word-- But as thou wast and art, on thee looks down, Distrusts thy smiles, but shakes not at thy frown. His faith was pledged, and Lara's promise given, To meet it in the eye of man and Heaven. “Ms. I.Night wanes--the vapours round the mountains curl'd, Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. XXV. The word hath pass'd his lips, and onward driven, Pours the link'd band through ranks asunder riven; Well has each steed obey'd the armed heel, And flash the scimitars, and rings the steel; Outnumber'd, not outbraved, they still oppose Despair to daring, and a front to foes; And blood is mingled with the dashing stream, Which runs all redly till the morning beam. They laid him in the earth, and on his breast, Besides the wound that sent his soul to rest, They found the scattered dints of many a scar Which were not planted there in recent war: Where'er had pass'd his summer years of life, It seems they vanish'd in a land of strife; But all unknown his glory or his guilt, These only told that somewhere blood was spilt. there be murmurs heard in Lara's hall-- A sound--voice--a shriek--a fearful call! The name Lara is a girl's name of Russian origin meaning "citadel".. Lara, A Tale was first published anonymously by Lord Byron in 1814 alongside another poem that was not written by Byron. Available online This edition of Lara: A Tale includes a table of contents. Books, for his volume heretofore was Man, With eye more curious he appear'd to scan, And oft, in sudden mood, for many a day From all communion he would start away: And then, his rarely call'd attendants said, Through night's long hours would sound his hurried tread O'er the dark gallery, where his fathers frown'd In rude but antique portraiture around. Welcome to Lara's tale, a healthy food blog here for you to explore. XVIII. Than that he lov'd! to wait for their assault Were fate well worthy of a coward's halt.' Vain thought! XXI.And Lara gazed on these sedately glad, His brow belied him if his soul was sad, And his glance follow'd fast each fluttering fair, Whose steps of lightness woke no echo there: He lean'd against the lofty pillar nigh With folded arms and long attentive eye, Nor mark'd a glance so sternly fix'd on his, Ill brook'd high Lara scrutiny like this: At length he caught it, 'tis a face unknown, But seems as searching his, and his alone; Prying and dark, a stranger's by his mien, Who still till now had gazed on him unseen; At length encountering meets the mutual gaze Of keen inquiry, and of mute amaze; On Lara's glance emotion gathering grew, As if distrusting that the stranger threw; Along the stranger's aspect fix'd and stern Flash'd more than thence the vulgar eye could learn. Sans. what was he, thus unknown, Who walk'd their world, his lineage only known? This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. XX. None knew nor how, nor why, but he entwined Himself perforce around the hearer's mind; There he was stamp'd, in liking, or in hate, If greeted once; however brief the date That friendship, pity, or aversion knew, Still there within the inmost thought he grew. 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, 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, 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. Though not unknown the tongue of Lara's land, In such from him he rarely heard command; But fleet his step, and clear his tones would come, When Lara's lip breathed forth the words of home: Those accents, as his native mountains dear, Awake their absent echoes in his ear, Friends', kindreds', parents', wonted voice recall, Now lost, abjured, for one--his friend, his all: For him earth now disclosed no other guide; What marvel then he rarely left his side? This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. Lord Byron was an English poet who became one of the leading figures in the Romantic Movement. XIII. The narrative poem recounts the story of the fateful return of Count Lara to his home after spending years abroad traveling the orient. Share This Description. The first work composed after Byron abandoned the idea of giving up writing and buying back his copyrights, it is regarded by critics as a continuation of the autobiographical work begun in The Corsair. The FICTION & PROSE LITERATURE collection includes books from the British Library digitised by Microsoft. Lara, a Tale... [George Gordon N. Byron (6th Baron )., Lara (Fict Name ).] In mythology, Lara was a nymph in Ovid's Fasti known for her beauty and inability to keep secrets. Search. XII. George Gordon, Lord BYRON (1788 - 1824) This powerful poem narrates the fateful return of Count Lara to the British Isles after spending years abroad traveling the orient. Where was this Ezzelin? As a place name, Lara is a state in Venezuela. on Amazon.com. First, this leads to a duel that Count Lara ends up winning and as the story progresses, he must also fight both friends and foes. Welcome to Lara's tale, a healthy food blog here for you to explore. After an angry exchange, Otho offers to fight Lara in his cousin's stead, and is quickly overpowered by Lara, who spares him at the intercession of the nobles. The poem is composed of two cantos. XXVII.If aught he loved, 'twas Lara; but was shown His faith in reverence and in deeds alone; In mute attention; and his care, which guess'd Each wish, fulfill'd it ere the tongue express'd. VIII. he is gone-- It once was Lara which thou look'st upon. That morning he had freed the soil-bound slaves Who dig no land for tyrants but their graves! “Lara Trump, the president’s daughter-in-law who emerged during the 2020 presidential campaign as a defender of President Trump’s basest political instincts, is now eyeing a political future of her own in her home state of North Carolina,” the New York Times reports. Listen to Lara, A Tale by Lord Byron,LibriVox Community with a free trial.\nListen to unlimited* audiobooks on the web, iPad, iPhone and Android. his the oppress'd o'er-labour'd heart That ceased to beat, the look that made them start? XII. Unfortunately, he is mortally wounded in the process and dies at the end of the poem. First Edition of LARA; JACQUELINE, which is by Samuel Rogers, had previously been privately printed. The copy text that Byron wrote for the first edition was made between June 14 and June 23, 1814. Where had that fierceness grown upon his heart? One hope survives, the frontier is not far, And thence they may escape from native war; And bear within them to the neighbouring state An exile's sorrows, or an outlaw's hate: Hard is the task their fatherland to quit, But harder still to perish or submit. Lara agrees, and soon leaves the hall, together with Kaled. 'To-morrow be it,' Ezzelin replied, 'And here our several worth and truth be tried: I gage my life, my falchion to attest My words, so may I mingle with the blest!' I know him not--but me it seems he knew In lands where--but I must not trifle too: Produce this babbler--or redeem the pledge; Here in thy hold, and with thy falchion's edge.' Lara, a Tale Paperback – August 31, 2010 by George Gordon Byron (Author) Kaled is a woman disguised as a young male page, a fact that is hidden from the reader until the very end of the poem, after Lara’s death. never canst thou cancel half her debt, Eternity forbids thee to forget.' XX. It was a moment only for the good: So Lara deem'd, nor longer there he stood, But turn'd in silence to his castle-gate; Such scene his soul no more could contemplate. In the first, the mysterious count Lara, of ancient lineage, returns to his native country after a long absence in foreign countries. *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. 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