Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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OH! THAT MY HEART. |
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OH! THAT MY HEART.
Oh! that my Heart—my burning Heart—
Were as a spark of fire,
To die when trampled on at once—
At once—even then to expire!
Were as a spark of fire,
To die when trampled on at once—
At once—even then to expire!
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Oh! that my Life—one Passion still,
My wild and weary Life—
Might like an o'erstrained chord give way
Beneath this troublous strife.
My wild and weary Life—
Might like an o'erstrained chord give way
Beneath this troublous strife.
Oh! that my Soul, that dreameth still,
Might grow one deep, deep dream,
And float down all unconsciously
On Destiny's dread stream.
Might grow one deep, deep dream,
And float down all unconsciously
On Destiny's dread stream.
But thou, my heart, still beatest on,
Though trodden underfoot—
My Life—though wrung and tortured still,
Thy deep chords are not mute.
Though trodden underfoot—
My Life—though wrung and tortured still,
Thy deep chords are not mute.
My Soul still dreameth, yet is still
Of every grief the prey,
Through every Vision that it sees
Reality makes way!
Of every grief the prey,
Through every Vision that it sees
Reality makes way!
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My Life, my Heart, my Soul, are all
Grief's subjects and her spoil—
Oh! Earth, thou art of wretchedness
The fertile native soil!
Grief's subjects and her spoil—
Oh! Earth, thou art of wretchedness
The fertile native soil!
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