King Alfred's Poems Now first turned into English Metres; By Martin F. Tupper |
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III. A Fytte of Despair.
Heu quam præcipiti mersa profundo
Mens hebet et propria luce relicta, &c.
Mens hebet et propria luce relicta, &c.
Æala on hu grimmum,
And hu grundleasum
Seathe swinceth &c.
And hu grundleasum
Seathe swinceth &c.
Alas! in how grim
A gulf of despair,
Dreary and dim
For sorrow and care,
My mind toils along
When the waves of the world
Stormy and strong
Against it are hurl'd.
A gulf of despair,
Dreary and dim
For sorrow and care,
My mind toils along
When the waves of the world
Stormy and strong
Against it are hurl'd.
When in such strife
My mind will forget
Its light and its life
In worldly regret,
And through the night
Of this world doth grope
Lost to the light
Of heavenly hope.
My mind will forget
Its light and its life
In worldly regret,
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Of this world doth grope
Lost to the light
Of heavenly hope.
Thus it hath now
Befallen my mind
I know no more how
God's goodness to find,
But groan in my grief
Troubled and tost,
Needing relief
For the world I have lost.
Befallen my mind
I know no more how
God's goodness to find,
But groan in my grief
Troubled and tost,
Needing relief
For the world I have lost.
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