Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (12) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (12)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (12)

But soon he knew himself the most unfit
Of men to herd with Man; with whom he held
Little in common; untaught to submit
His thoughts to others, though his soul was quell’d
In youth by his own thoughts; still uncompell’d,
He would not yield dominion of his mind
To spirits against whom his own rebell’d;
Proud though in desolation; which could find
A life within itself, to breathe without mankind.