[gm] [{220}] A dizzy world——.—[MS. erased.]
[282] [Compare The Dream, viii. 6, seq.—
"Pain was mixed
In all which was served up to him, until
[gn] To bear unbent what Time cannot abate.—[MS.]
[283] [Of himself as distinct from Harold he will say no more. On the tale or spell of his own tragedy is set the seal of silence; but of Harold, the idealized Byron, he once more takes up the parable. In stanzas viii.-xv. he puts the reader in possession of some natural changes, and unfolds the development of thought and feeling which had befallen the Pilgrim since last they had journeyed together. The youthful Harold had sounded the depth of joy and woe. Man delighted him not—no, nor woman neither. For a time, however, he had cured himself of this trick of sadness. He had drunk new life from the fountain of natural beauty and antique lore, and had returned to take his part in the world, inly armed against dangers and temptations. And in the world he had found beauty, and fame had found him. What wonder that he had done as others use, and then discovered that he could not fare as others fared? Henceforth there remained no comfort but in nature, no refuge but in exile!]
He of the breast that strove no more to feel,
Scarred with the wounds——.—[MS.]
[gp] [{222}] Secure in curbing coldness——.—[MS.]
[gq] Shines through the wonder-works—of God and Nature's hand.—[MS.]