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 1    VI|  fair face from gulf of sad despair~My tossed bark to port well-nigh
 2   VII|    At last so careless foul despair him made,~He meant to prove
 3   XII|   Sorrow, misfortune's son, despair's foul fire:~Oh see thine
 4   XII|     deep, his looks full of despair,~Out of his woful eyes no
 5   XVI| Repulses, war, peace, hope, despair, joy, fear,~Of smiles, jests,
 6 XVIII|   And rage gainst strength, despair gainst hope doth bring.~ ~
 7   XIX|     For fear her anchor is, despair her cable."~Thus he concludes,
 8    XX|  not hope, nor courage, but despair.~ ~ LXXVII~The dreadful
 9    XX|   were, in diverse thought,~Despair made some run headlong gainst
10    XX|      And rage gainst force, despair gainst death addressed.~