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For it was not the blind capricious rageA word can kindle and a word assuage;

But the deep working of a soul unmix’dWith aught of pity where its wrath had fix’d;Such as long power and overgorged successConcentrates into all that’s merciless:

These, link’d with that desire which ever swaysMankind, the rather to condemn than praise,’Gainst I.ara gathering raised at length a storm,Such as himself might fear, and foes would form.And he must answer for the absent head 800Of one that haunts him still, alive or dead.

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Within that land was many a malcontent.Who cursed the tyranny to which he bent;That soil full many a wringing despot saw.Who worked his wanlonness in form of law';Long war without and frequent broil withinHad made a path for blood and giant sin,That waited but a signal to beginJVew havock, such as civil discord blends, 809Which knows no neuter, owns but foes or friends;Fix’d in his feudal fortress each was lord,

In word and deed obeyed , in soul abhorr’d.Thus Lara had inherited his lands,

And with them pining hearts and sluggish hands;But that long absence from his native dime