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[CANTO III.
CHILDE HAROLD’S PILGRIMAGE.

Such feelings for the hard and worldly phlegm
Of those whose eyes are only turned below,
Gazing upon the ground, with thoughts which dare not glow?[1][2]


LXXVI.

But this is not my theme; and I return[3]
To that which is immediate, and require
Those who find contemplation in the urn,
To look on One, whose dust was once all fire,—
A native of the land where I respire
The clear air for a while—a passing guest,
Where he became a being,—whose desire
Was to be glorious; 'twas a foolish quest,
The which to gain and keep, he sacrificed all rest.


LXXVII.

Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau,[4]
The apostle of Affliction, he who threw
Enchantment over Passion, and from Woe

Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew
  1. And gaze upon the ground with sordid thoughts and slow.—[MS.]
  2. [Compare Coleridge's Dejection. An Ode, iv. 4-9—

    "And would we aught behold, of higher worth,
    Than that inanimate cold world allowed
    To the poor, loveless, ever-anxious crowd;
    Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth
    A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud
    Enveloping the earth."]

  3. But this is not a time—I must return.—[MS.]
  4. Here the reflecting Sophist——.—[MS.]