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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rebel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WITH none to heed or mark <br>The prisoner in his cell, <br>In a dungeon, lone and dark, <br>He tuned his wild farewell. <br>The harp whose strings might never breathe again <br>The joyous sounds it gave to Freedom's strain, <br>With hurried chords, his trembling fingers woke; <br>And thus the brave, but captive rebel spoke :-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell! mine own dear land! <br>That I have loved thee well, <br>This faint, but blood-red hand, <br>These iron fetters tell: <br>And if I weep, it is not for the breeze, <br>At summer evenings whispered thro' the trees; <br>Though I would die to breathe that air again-- <br>I weep, to think upon my country's chain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell to those I loved, <br>Whom I no more shall see; <br>And, oh! in sorrow proved, <br>To those who once loved me, <br>With whom beneath the chesnut's spreading shade <br>In happy days of infancy, I played; <br>Who never more will hear the rebel's name <br>Without a blush, a crimson blush, of shame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! I am young to die, <br>Forsaken thus by all: <br>With none to hear me sigh, <br>With none to weep my fall. <br>How my heart yearns for joys for ever flown-- <br>My mother's hand--my sister's gentle tone! <br>And wishes wild within my bosom swell, <br>In sorrow's broken tones to bid farewell! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Land of untrodden hills! <br>Where still, in happy dreams, <br>I hear the mountain rills, <br>Leap forth in gushing streams: <br>I love thee so, that fearfully I shrink <br>From death, whose power will burst each galling link; <br>And sigh to live, though life no more be free, <br>Lest, in the grave, I dream no more of thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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The prisoner in his cell, 
In a dungeon, lone and dark, 
He tuned his wild farewell. 
The harp whose strings might never breathe again 
The joyous sounds it gave to Freedom's strain, 
With hurried chords, his trembling f..."></div>
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