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Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (16)

Self-exiled Harold wanders forth again,
With nought of hope left, but with less of gloom;
The very knowledge that he lived in vain,
That all was over on this side the tomb,
Had made Despair a smilingness assume,
Which, though ‘twere wild, -- as on the plunder’d wreck,
When mariners would madly meet their doom
With draughts intemperate on the sinking deck, --
Did yet inspire a cheer, which he forbore to check.