Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[Away from me, vain Thoughts!—once more—away!]
Away from me, vain Thoughts!—once more—away!I will not bend nor bow—I will be true
To Reason's noblest dictates, and thy due,
Oh! Heavenly Duty!—rigorously will pay,
Though heart's blood be i' the bond!—dark weary day
That sees me toil with suffering patience through
My deep allotted share of grief—renew
Thy better Courage, Heart!—Ne'er lightly play
With thine own vital feelings, yielding thus
To still encroaching Passion's mastering sway,
The imperiously severe and tyrannous!
E'en now what strengthenedst thou thy voice to say,
Till thy proud cry grew deep as when to us,
Night's rising winds sound loud—shall aught thy faith dismay?
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