Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[Deliver me from mine own Dreams!—but save]
Deliver me from mine own Dreams!—but saveFrom mine own Thoughts; for these, too busy still,
Fill up the mightiest measure of mine ill,
And form the darkest doom that I must brave!
Deliverance, then, from these I deeply crave;
But patience this must need, and power and skill;
For the Great Heart is cunning, and its will
Right tyrannous!—say! who stoops not as its slave?
The Heart is as a Giant in its might,
And doth in mastery of its greatness tower,
And riseth in its strength, to blast and blight!
Heart! thou'rt a host of Giants in thine hour!—
The Passions are thy Warriors!—and these fight
As though their arms were storms—the Thunder's conquering dower!
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