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Ami he replied, though buutly, to their sound.While gazed the rest in dumb amazement round :They seem’d even then — that twain — untothe last

To half forget the present in the past;

To share between themselves some separate fate,Whose dark ness none beside should penetrate. 1096

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Their words though faint were many — fromthe tone

Their import those who heard could judge alone;From this, you might have deem’d young Ka»led’s death

More near than Lara’s by his voice and breath,So sad, so deep, and hesitating brokeThe accents his scarce- moving pale lips spoke ;but Lara's voice though low, at first was clearAnd calui, till murmuring death gasp’d hoar-sely near:

But from his visage little could we guess,

So unrepentant, dark, and passionless.

Save that when struggling nearer to his last,Upon that page his eye was kindly cast; 1110And once as Kaled’s answering accents ceas’d.Hose Lara’s hand, and pointed to the Last:VVhclhcr (ns theu the breaking sun from high