Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[Thou hast struggled—thou hast sorrowed—]
Thou hast struggled—thou hast sorrowed—
Thou whose look a deep tale tells;
Thou from Fancy's stores hast borrowed
Wealth to line thy heart's void cells!
Thou whose look a deep tale tells;
Thou from Fancy's stores hast borrowed
Wealth to line thy heart's void cells!
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Thou hast languished, thou hast lingered
On the lengthening road of life;
And the lyre which thou hast fingered
Speaks of sorrows and of strife.
On the lengthening road of life;
And the lyre which thou hast fingered
Speaks of sorrows and of strife.
Thou hast lingered, thou hast languished,
And thy deepest heart hath been
Sternly wrung, and sorely anguished,
On this troubled earthly scene.
And thy deepest heart hath been
Sternly wrung, and sorely anguished,
On this troubled earthly scene.
Thou hast loved, and hast lamented,
Well I trace it in thy strain;
Thou hast hoped, feared, sighed, repented,
And thou'lt yet do thus again.
Well I trace it in thy strain;
Thou hast hoped, feared, sighed, repented,
And thou'lt yet do thus again.
Natures like thine own, for ever
With such fervour—with such force,
Know the pangs of vain endeavour—
Passion, Sorrow, and Remorse.
With such fervour—with such force,
Know the pangs of vain endeavour—
Passion, Sorrow, and Remorse.
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Thou hast struggled, thou hast sorrowed,
Still misled by visioned beams,
Till thy soul is scored and furrowed,
Half the world's slave, half thy dream's!—
Still misled by visioned beams,
Till thy soul is scored and furrowed,
Half the world's slave, half thy dream's!—
From the world turn wholly, wholly,
Or but leave thy dream behind,
For 'tis phrenzy, it is folly,
To think the twain can be entwined.
Or but leave thy dream behind,
For 'tis phrenzy, it is folly,
To think the twain can be entwined.
These dreams of beauty and of glory
Visiting the poet's brain,
They vanish by the trite, dull story
Of this dark world's vile cares and vain.
Visiting the poet's brain,
They vanish by the trite, dull story
Of this dark world's vile cares and vain.
This world, too, darker must be seeming
With such visions bright compared,
Be all devoted to that dreaming,
Or all in those close toils ensnared.
With such visions bright compared,
Be all devoted to that dreaming,
Or all in those close toils ensnared.
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Oh! from the world turn wholly, wholly,
Or wholly deeply to thy dreams!
Is not their glorious melancholy
Fairer than Life's best loveliest gleams?
Or wholly deeply to thy dreams!
Is not their glorious melancholy
Fairer than Life's best loveliest gleams?
Thou hast languished—thou hast lingered
On the lengthening road of Life,
And the sweet lute thou hast fingered,
Speaks of suffering still and strife!
On the lengthening road of Life,
And the sweet lute thou hast fingered,
Speaks of suffering still and strife!
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