<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115699" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A prisoner in a dungeon deep<br>Sat musing silently;<br>His head was rested on his hand,<br>His elbow on his knee.<br>Turned he his thoughts to future times<br>Or are they backward cast?<br>For freedom is he pining now<br>Or mourning for the past?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, he has lived so long enthralled<br>Alone in dungeon gloom<br>That he has lost regret and hope,<br>Has ceased to mourn his doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He pines not for the light of day<br>Nor sighs for freedom now;<br>Such weary thoughts have ceased at length<br>To rack his burning brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost in a maze of wandering thoughts<br>He sits unmoving there;<br>That posture and that look proclaim<br>The stupor of despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet not for ever did that mood<br>Of sullen calm prevail;<br>There was a something in his eye<br>That told another tale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It did not speak of reason gone,<br>It was not madness quite;<br>It was a fitful flickering fire,<br>A strange uncertain light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sooth to say, these latter years<br>Strange fancies now and then<br>Had filled his cell with scenes of life<br>And forms of living men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mind that cannot cease to think<br>Why needs he cherish there?<br>Torpor may bring relief to pain<br>And madness to despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such wildering scenes, such flitting shapes<br>As feverish dreams display:<br>What if those fancies still increase<br>And reason quite decay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But hark, what sounds have struck his ear;<br>Voices of men they seem;<br>And two have entered now his cell;<br>Can this too be a dream?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Orlando, hear our joyful news:<br>Revenge and liberty!<br>Your foes are dead, and we are come<br>At last to set you free.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So spoke the elder of the two,<br>And in the captive's eyes<br>He looked for gleaming ecstasy<br>But only found surprise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My foes are dead! It must be then<br>That all mankind are gone.<br>For they were all my deadly foes<br>And friends I had not one.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115699" data-title="A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep de Anne Brontë" data-description="A prisoner in a dungeon deep/Sat musing silently;/His head was rested on his hand,/His elbow on his knee./Turned he his thoughts to future times/Or are they backward cast?/For freedom is he pining now/Or mourning for the past?/No, he has lived so ..."></div> </div> </div>

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