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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512804" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pains Of Sleep, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,<br>It hath not been my use to pray<br>With moving lips or bended knees ;<br>But silently, by slow degrees,<br>My spirit I to Love compose,<br>In humble trust mine eye-lids close,<br>With reverential resignation,<br>No wish conceived, no thought exprest,<br>Only a sense of supplication ;<br>A sense o'er all my soul imprest<br>That I am weak, yet not unblest,<br>Since in me, round me, every where<br>Eternal Strength and Wisdom are.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But yester-night I prayed aloud<br>In anguish and in agony,<br>Up-starting from the fiendish crowd<br>Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me :<br>A lurid light, a trampling throng,<br>Sense of intolerable wrong,<br>And whom I scorned, those only strong !<br>Thirst of revenge, the powerless will<br>Still baffled, and yet burning still !<br>Desire with loathing strangely mixed<br>On wild or hateful objects fixed.<br>Fantastic passions ! maddening brawl !<br>And shame and terror over all !<br>Deeds to be hid which were not hid,<br>Which all confused I could not know<br>Whether I suffered, or I did :<br>For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe,<br>My own or others still the same<br>Life-stifling fear, soul-stifling shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So two nights passed : the night's dismay<br>Saddened and stunned the coming day.<br>Sleep, the wide blessing, seemed to me<br>Distemper's worst calamity.<br>The third night, when my own loud scream<br>Had waked me from the fiendish dream,<br>O'ercome with sufferings strange and wild,<br>I wept as I had been a child ;<br>And having thus by tears subdued<br>My anguish to a milder mood,<br>Such punishments, I said, were due<br>To natures deepliest stained with sin,--<br>For aye entempesting anew<br>The unfathomable hell within,<br>The horror of their deeds to view,<br>To know and loathe, yet wish and do !<br>Such griefs with such men well agree,<br>But wherefore, wherefore fall on me ?<br>To be beloved is all I need,<br>And whom I love, I love indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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It hath not been my use to pray
With moving lips or bended knees ;
But silently, by slow degrees,
My spirit I to Love compose,
In humble trust mine eye-lids close,
With reverential resignation,
No wish conceived, no t..."></div>
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