Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE SAGE'S HERITAGE. |
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THE SAGE'S HERITAGE.
Dreams at once too dark too bright,
A smothering gloom—a blinding light—
Thoughts too soaring and too deep
For life to know or hope to keep—
Longings not to be fulfilled—
Emotions that are hardly stilled—
These things—ev'n from youth to age,
These are the Poet's Heritage!
A smothering gloom—a blinding light—
Thoughts too soaring and too deep
For life to know or hope to keep—
Longings not to be fulfilled—
Emotions that are hardly stilled—
These things—ev'n from youth to age,
These are the Poet's Heritage!
A fire that smoulders in the breast,
An inward storm—a wild unrest—
In the hours of peace, fond pinings vain,
To taste the joy of strife again—
In the hours of strife, a phrenzied burst
Of wildest impulses and worst—
These with ambition's fevered rage,
These are the Warrior's Heritage.
An inward storm—a wild unrest—
In the hours of peace, fond pinings vain,
To taste the joy of strife again—
In the hours of strife, a phrenzied burst
Of wildest impulses and worst—
These with ambition's fevered rage,
These are the Warrior's Heritage.
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Conflicting doubts—corroding cares,
Which ill the impatient spirit bears,
The injurious World's calumnious wrongs—
The assault of evil thoughts and tongues—
And many a strange vicissitude,
From shiftings of man's varying mood—
These things, revealed on History's page,
These are the Statesman's Heritage.
Which ill the impatient spirit bears,
The injurious World's calumnious wrongs—
The assault of evil thoughts and tongues—
And many a strange vicissitude,
From shiftings of man's varying mood—
These things, revealed on History's page,
These are the Statesman's Heritage.
Bright days of peace and nights of sleep,
Bless'd with dreams and visions deep,
A Hope that hath no check no bound,
That clasps Eternity around—
A light that lives within the Soul,
Yet gilds Heaven's systems as they roll!—
These, these things, meek and thoughtful Sage,
These, these are thy bright Heritage!
Bless'd with dreams and visions deep,
A Hope that hath no check no bound,
That clasps Eternity around—
A light that lives within the Soul,
Yet gilds Heaven's systems as they roll!—
These, these things, meek and thoughtful Sage,
These, these are thy bright Heritage!
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