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And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart,u And from his fellow Bacchanals would flee; 'Tis said, at times the sullen tear would start, But Pride congealed the drop within his ee:25 Apart he stalked in joyless reverie,v And from his native land resolved to go, And visit scorching climes beyond the sea;26 With pleasure drugged, he almost longed for woe, And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below.