That man of loneliness and mystery,
Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh —
and
He knew himself a villain — but he deem'd
The rest no better than the thing he seem'd;
And scorn'd the best as hypocrites who hid
Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly did.
He knew himself detested, but he knew
The hearts that loath'd him, crouch'd and dreaded too.
Lone, wild, and strange, he stood alike exempt
From all affection and from all contempt
Fragmento extraído do poema The Corsair escrito por Lord Byron em 1814.
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