Category: Poetry
_To ope each cage where a heartless age_ _Hath chained the birds of singing,_ _Till Love's own glee that is fond and free_ _Shall laugh where they are winging,--_ _Such is my wish. 'Tis true, hold I,_ _That songs, like birds, in bondage die._
_To ope each cage where a heartless age_ _Hath chained the birds of singing,_ _Till Love's own glee that is fond and free_ _Shall laugh where they are winging,--_ _Such is my wi...
2. Chapter 2Dear songs of my country! How sweetly thy measures Come stealthily stealing o'er mountain and wave, To sweeten the riches of liberty's treasures And thrill with their numbers th...
3. Chapter 3Angelic joys that died in pain, Sweet raptures from the days of bliss, Your loving lips with clinging kiss Thrill all my heart and soul and brain; And turning from my weary rhym...
4. Chapter 4If bankers, confusing distinctions of wealth, Have your gold to their own pockets whirled, And then gone to Europe for pleasure and health-- It is only the way of the world.
5. Chapter 5Many an' many a time we wandered in the grassy medder-land With our wishes right together an' our longin's hand in hand; How we dreamed about the future when the world should gi...