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XVI. 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 plundered wreck When mariners would madly meet their doom
With draughts intemperate on the sinking deck,-
And is this all the world hath gained by thee,
Ambition's life and labours all were vain;
Pay the Wolf homage; proffering lowly gaze
Glory, is when the myrtle wreathes a sword
And (3) all went merry as a marriage-bell;
And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before !
And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell;
If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,
While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips—"The foe! They come ! they come !"
The stirring memory of a thousand years, [ears! And (4) Evan's, (5) Donald's fame rings in each clansman's
Of living valour, rolling on the foe