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But where is Harold? shall I then forget

To urge the gloomy Wanderer o'er the wave?

Little recked he of all that Men regret;

No loved-one now in feigned lament could rave;124 No friend the parting hand extended gave, Ere the cold Stranger passed to other climes: Hard is his heart whom charms may not enslave; But Harold felt not as in other times, And left without a sigh the land of War and Crimes.