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CANTO III.] Harold, once more within the vortex, rolled

On with the giddy circle, chasing Time,

Yet with a nobler aim than in his Youth's fond prime.

XII.

But soon he knew himself the most unfit

Of men to herd with Man, with whom he held

Little in common; untaught to submit

His thoughts to others, though his soul was quelled

In youth by his own thoughts; still uncompelled,

He would not yield dominion of his mind

To Spirits against whom his own rebelled,

Proud though in desolation—which could find

A life within itself, to breathe without mankind.

XIII.

Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends;

Where rolled the ocean, thereon was his home;