Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[Voices, e'en still small voices, seem to rise]
Voices, e'en still small voices, seem to riseFrom this low tomb, with bitterest mockery filled.
Well is the Heart, that Seer and Prophet, skilled
To interpret them in power!—they say, ye Wise!
Ye mighty of the World—clad in the guise
Of strength and pride—Oh! ye who featly build
Your towering Pyramids!—or as ye willed,
And Nature worked, command the giant size
Of mountains to subside, and o'er the floods
Throw the strong bridge that rides the foamy waves,
Or clear for leagues the land of shadowing woods;
Have ye forgotten Earth's a field of graves?
Your works are mighty, but your haughty moods
Must yet be tamed—Death, Death, his victim craves.
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