Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE SOUL'S UNREST. |
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THE SOUL'S UNREST.
Low-thoughted Fears, high-thoughted Hopes contend
Within my heart, that may not—cannot blend—
And I am slave and victim to them all,
And seek not freedom from this fatal thrall!
Within my heart, that may not—cannot blend—
And I am slave and victim to them all,
And seek not freedom from this fatal thrall!
Oh! he that rides on the tumultuous surge,
When tempests toss his bark, and swift winds urge,
Is on a bed of peace with him compared,
In toils of Fear, and thralls of Hope ensnared!
When tempests toss his bark, and swift winds urge,
Is on a bed of peace with him compared,
In toils of Fear, and thralls of Hope ensnared!
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He makes his torn and wildly troubled life
One scene of silent, but of savage strife—
The rosy sun-beams slanting through the storm,
But serve to show the threatening danger's form!
One scene of silent, but of savage strife—
The rosy sun-beams slanting through the storm,
But serve to show the threatening danger's form!
Those threatenings of to-morrow frowning throw
O'er light dreams of to-day stern shades of woe;
And when Hope shines the brightest, Fear, dark Fear
Then ever seems most terrible—and near!
O'er light dreams of to-day stern shades of woe;
And when Hope shines the brightest, Fear, dark Fear
Then ever seems most terrible—and near!
For Hope brings Fear as yon fair Evening Star
Brings the dull Night, o'ersweeping wide and far!
To Hope—to Fear—I now would bid farewell—
And with Repose—if in the grave—would dwell!
Brings the dull Night, o'ersweeping wide and far!
To Hope—to Fear—I now would bid farewell—
And with Repose—if in the grave—would dwell!
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