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He saw ray anger was sincere,
And lovingly began to chide me ; And wiping from my cheek the tear,
He sat him on the grass beside me. He feigned such pretty amorous love,
Breathed such sweet vows one after other, I could but smile white whispering low—
Be quiet, do, I'll call my mother.
C. M.
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take
That for a hermitage : If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.
Lovelace. "To Althea, from prison.
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters ; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown
Of one whose hate is masked but to assail. Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown,
And grimly darkled o'er the faces pale, And the dim desolate deep: twelve days had Feat Been their familiar, and now Death was here !
Byron. " Don Juan."
Draw near,
You lovers that complain,
Of Fortune or Disdain, And to my ashes lend a tear; Melt the hard marble with your groans, And soften the relentless stones,