Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THEY SPEAK OF THEE! |
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THEY SPEAK OF THEE!
They speak of thee—they breathe thy name,
Unfaulteringly and loud!
And still their accent is the same,
On them no memories crowd!
Unfaulteringly and loud!
And still their accent is the same,
On them no memories crowd!
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That name is like an earthquake's sound,
Unto my listening heart;
It trembleth to the echoes round,
Which from its own depths start.
Unto my listening heart;
It trembleth to the echoes round,
Which from its own depths start.
Memories—o'erpowering and intense—
Awake at that loved name!
I hear it with an o'erstrained sense,
And with a thrilling frame!
Awake at that loved name!
I hear it with an o'erstrained sense,
And with a thrilling frame!
All my soul's joy and its despair
Hath hung upon that sound—
They speak it as the common air—
Might all its echoes bound!
Hath hung upon that sound—
They speak it as the common air—
Might all its echoes bound!
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