Now Harold felt himself at length alone,

And bade to Christian tongues a long adieu;

Now he adventured on a shore unknown,[145]

Which all admire, but many dread to view:

His breast was armed 'gainst fate, his wants were few

Peril he sought not, but ne'er shrank to meet:

The scene was savage, but the scene was new;

This made the ceaseless toil of travel sweet,

Beat back keen Winter's blast, and welcomed Summer's heat.