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Than those repeated none from Lara heard;

Upon his brow no outward passion spoke;

From his large eye no flashing anger broke;

Yet there was something fixed in that low tone,

Which showed resolve, determined, though unknown.

He seized his cloak—his head he slightly bowed,

And passing Ezzelin, he left the crowd;

And, as he passed him, smiling met the frown

With which that Chieftain's brow would bear him down:

It was nor smile of mirth, nor struggling pride 500

That curbs to scorn the wrath it cannot hide;

But that of one in his own heart secure

Of all that he would do, or could endure.

Could this mean peace? the calmness of the good?

Or guilt grown old in desperate hardihood?

Alas! too like in confidence are each,

For man to trust to mortal look or speech;

From deeds, and deeds alone, may he discern

Truths which it wrings the unpractised heart to learn.