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Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,
Minds innocent and quiet take
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Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
That which the world miscalls a jail,
A private closet is to me.
. . . .
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That which the world miscalls a jail,
A private closet is to me.
. . . .
Locks, bars, and solitude together met,
Make me no prisoner, but an anchoret.
I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
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I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
And, for because the world is populous,
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
Prison'd in a parlour snug and small,
Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.
Prison'd in a parlour snug and small,
Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.
In durance vile.
In durance vile.
Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions read more
Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions true
Who studied with me at the U-
Niversity of Gottingen.
- George Canning, Song--Of One Eleven Years in Prison,
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
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Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
And as for their appearances, they four had one likeness, as if a
wheel had been in the midst read more
And as for their appearances, they four had one likeness, as if a
wheel had been in the midst of a wheel.