THERE are who climb the mountain's heathery side, Or, in life's vernal strength triumphant, urge The bark's fleet rushing through the crested surge, Or spur the courser's fiery race of pride Over the green savannahs, gleaming wide By some vast lake; yet thus, on foaming sea, Or chainless wild, reign far less nobly free Than @3thou@1, in that lone dungeon, glorified By thy brave suffering. Thou from its dark cell Fierce thought and baleful passion didst exclude, Filling the dedicated solitude With God; and where @3His@1 Spirit deigns to dwell, Though the worn frame in fetters withering lie, There throned in @3peace@1 Divine is liberty! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S by ROBERT BROWNING THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ ON BURNING A DULL POEM; WRITTEN IN 1729 by JONATHAN SWIFT LET ALL THE EARTH KEEP SILENCE by LUCY A. K. ADEE AT THE VILLAGE DEPOT by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY |