HAROLD THE EXILE.

VOL. I.

HAROLD THE EXILE.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

In truth he was a strange and wayward wight,
Fond of each gentle and each dreadful scene.
In darkness and in storm he found delight:
Nor less than when on ocean wave serene
The southern sun diffused his dazzling shene.
Even sad vicissitude amused his soul:

And if a sigh would sometimes intervene,
And down his cheek a tear of pity roll,

A sigh, a tear so sweet, he wished not to controul.