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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.


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