<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Free</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy! Free, at last, from vulgar thrall:<br>No longer need my voice be dumb;<br>And quicker far than thou canst call,<br>O Italy, I come!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To feel me the adopted heir<br>Of Art and Nature wed and blent,<br>In days of trouble routed care;<br>In these will bring content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To know the world is not a mart,<br>The soul a lackey, life a shame,<br>Will scare the past, allay its smart,<br>Almost annul the blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away with all these makeshift toys,<br>Provisional for heart and sense,<br>Which kept a useful equipoise<br>'Gainst sheer indifference!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas well enough, whilst ill at ease,<br>To parley with each passing whim,<br>Which, though accredited to please,<br>Was pleasure's pseudonym.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if one pleasure lure me still-<br>Just one-I scarcely can but thank,<br>'Twere wisdom not to linger till<br>It, like the rest, be rank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bear me, rough breakers, swiftly on!<br>Yield, mist-wrapped mountains, passage through;<br>I fret, I fever, to be gone<br>To skies and waters blue:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, loosed from trammels, one may still<br>Complete the functions fettered here;<br>Heart unsuborned, unbiassed will,<br>And intellect sincere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My senses with my spirit meet<br>To urge me from this northern soil,<br>Ere stealthy Winter's ambushed sleet<br>Swoop on autumnal spoil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sickle hath performed its work,<br>The storm-gusts sweep the aspens bare,<br>Careering clouds and shadows mirk<br>Cow the disheartened air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No swallow circles round the roof,<br>No chirp redeems the dripping shed;<br>The very gables frown reproof-<br>Why not already fled?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fly. Decked forms and landscape bare,<br>Enticements robbed of every spell,<br>Frivolities no longer fair,<br>Ye bubbles all, farewell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</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=341377" data-title="Free de Alfred Austin" data-description="Joy! Free, at last, from vulgar thrall: No longer need my voice be dumb; And quicker far than thou canst call, O Italy, I come! To feel me the adopted heir Of Art and Nature wed and blent, In days of trouble routed care; In these will bring conte..."></div> </div> </div>

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