Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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I HEARD MY DOOM. |
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I HEARD MY DOOM.
I heard my Doom—I felt it too—
My heart within me died;
A thousand daggers pierced it through,
All comfort seemed denied!
My heart within me died;
A thousand daggers pierced it through,
All comfort seemed denied!
I writhed in torture unexpress'd,
And still I writhe the same;
A frozen chill is in my breast,
Yet in my brain a flame!
And still I writhe the same;
A frozen chill is in my breast,
Yet in my brain a flame!
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Breathless with mastering agony
I scarce can speak or weep;
My troubled thoughts seem rushing by
Like clouds in crowded heap!
I scarce can speak or weep;
My troubled thoughts seem rushing by
Like clouds in crowded heap!
Vague, wild, and dim, and undefined,
A fearful race they run!
Myriads are sweeping through my mind,
But all are full of One!
A fearful race they run!
Myriads are sweeping through my mind,
But all are full of One!
I heard my doom—I felt it too—
And bent before the blow;
Mine own Heart from that instant grew
My worst and deadliest foe!
And bent before the blow;
Mine own Heart from that instant grew
My worst and deadliest foe!
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