Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NIGHTMARE, by ELIZA OGILVY First Line: I dreamed that I was sick and sore at heart Last Line: And still the pulse beat stronger for the pain. Subject(s): Dreams; Fate; Pain; Youth; Nightmares; Destiny; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
I dreamed that I was sick and sore at heart, Till weary of its aching, rash I said, 'Come hither fate, and end for me this strife.' The fate, in guise of one in armour, came And laid his mailed heavy hand on my breast, Crushing as with a vice, whereat I shrieked, And fain would have my troubles back, and cried, 'Youth's sharpest pangs are blunt compared to fate's. Unhand me, tyrant, let me be as erst.' But still the mailed hand pressed upon my heart, And still the pulse beat stronger for the pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR |
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