LARA. CANTO I. I. THE Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, There be bright faces in the busy hall, 5 And gay retainers gather round the hearth, II. The chief of Lara is return'd again : And why had Lara cross'd the bounding main? 11 Left by his sire, too young such loss to know, That fearful empire which the human breast 15 20 With none to check, and few to point in time III. And Lara left in youth his father-land ; 25 Had nearly ceased his memory to recal. His hall scarce echoes with his wonted name, |