Prisoner, The – (A Fragment) (Emily Bronte Poem)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A ...
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
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