CAKTO II. Vlfi

perchance'twas hut the moon’s dim twilight threwAlong his aspect an unwonted hueOf mournful paleness, whose deep tint exprestThe truth, and not the terror of his breast.This Lara mark’d, and laid his hand on his:

It trembled not in such an hour as this; lOOOHis lip was silent, scarcely heat his heart,

His eye alone proclaim’d, «<We will not part!*Thy hand may perish, or thy friends may flee,u Farewell to life, but not adieu to thee!”

The word hath pass’d his lips , and onward driven.Pours the link 'd hand through ranks asuuderriven;Well has each steed obeyed the armed heel.And Hash the scimitars, and rings the steel ;Outnumber'd not outbrav’d, they still opposeD«spair to daring, and a front to foes; 1010And blood is mingled with the dashing stream.Which runs all redly till the morning beam.

XV.

Commanding, aiding, animating all.

Where foe appeared to press, or friend to fall,Cheers Lara’s voice, and waves or strikes his steel,Inspiring hope, himself had ceased to feel,pione lied, lor well they knew that flight were vain:Rut those that waver turn to smite again,While yet they liud the firmest of the foe