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anna bentinick - charlotte bronte - passion كلمات أغنية

some have won a wild delight
by daring wilder sorrow;
could i gain thy love to_night
i’d hazard death to_morrow

could the battle_struggle earn
one kind glance from thine eye
how this withering heart would burn
the heady fight to try !

welcome nights of broken sleep
and days of carnage cold
could i deem that thou wouldst weep
to hear my perils told

tell me, if with wandering bands
i roam full far away
wilt thou, to those distant lands
in spirit ever stray ?

wild, long, a trumpet sounds afar;
bid mebid me go
where seik and briton meet in war
on indian sutlej’s flow

blood has dyed the sutlej’s waves
with scarlet stain, i know;
indus’ borders yawn with graves
yet, command me go!
though rank and high the holocaust
of nations, steams to heaven
glad i’d join the death_doomed host
were but the mandate given

passion’s strength should nerve my arm
its ardour stir my life
till human force to that dread charm
should yield and sink in wild alarm
like trees to tempest_strife

if, hot from war, i seek thy love
darest thou turn aside?
darest thou, then, my fire reprove
by scorn, and maddening pride?

nomy will shall yet control
thy will, so high and free
and love shall tame that haughty soul
yestenderest love for me

i’ll read my triumph in thine eyes
behold, and prove the change;
then leave, perchance, my n0ble prize
once more in arms to range
i’d die when all the foam is up
the bright wine sparkling high;
nor wait till in the exhausted cup
life’s dull dregs only lie

then love thus crowned with sweet reward
hope blest with fulness large
i’d mount the saddle, draw the sword
and perish in the charge!

- anna bentinick

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