"Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shun,
I had been better than I now can be."
Epistle to Augusta, stanza xii. lines 5, 6, vide post, [p. 61].
Compare, too—
"But soon he knew himself the most unfit
Of men to herd with Man."
Childe Harold, Canto III. stanza xii. lines 1, 2,
Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 223.]
And more than I then could foresee.
I have met but the fate that hath crost me.—[MS.]
[x] In the wreck of the past—[MS.]
In the Desert there still are sweet waters,
In the wild waste a sheltering tree.—[MS.]