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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prisoner, The - (A Fragment)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray,<br>Reckless of the lives wasting there away;<br>&quot;Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder stern!&quot;<br>He dared not say me nay - the hinges harshly turn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Our guests are darkly lodged,&quot; I whisper'd, gazing through<br>The vault, whose grated eye showed heaven more grey than blue;<br>(This was when glad spring laughed in awaking pride;)<br>&quot;Aye, darkly lodged enough!&quot; returned my sullen guide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, God forgive my youth; forgive my careless tongue;<br>I scoffed, as the chill chains on the damp flag-stones rung:<br>&quot;Confined in triple walls, art thou so much to fear,<br>That we must bind thee down and clench thy fetters here?&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The captive raised her face, it was as soft and mild<br>As sculpted marble saint, or slumbering unwean'd child;<br>It was so soft and mild, it was so sweet and fair,<br>Pain could not trace a line, nor grief a shadow there! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The captive raised her hand and pressed it to her brow; <br>&quot;I have been struck,&quot; she said, &quot;and I am suffering now;<br>Yet these are little worth, your bolts and irons strong,<br>And, were they forged in steel, they could not hold me long.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hoarse laughed the jailor grim: &quot;Shall I be won to hear;<br>Dost think, fond, dreaming wretch, that I shall grant thy prayer? <br>Or, better still, wilt melt my master's heart with groans?<br>Ah! sooner might the sun thaw down these granite stones. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;My master's voice is low, his aspect bland and kind, <br>But hard as hardest flint, the soul that lurks behind;<br>And I am rough and rude, yet not more rough to see<br>Than is the hidden ghost that has its home in me.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">About her lips there played a smile of almost scorn,<br>&quot;My friend,&quot; she gently said, &quot;you have not heard me mourn;<br>When you my kindred's lives, my lost life, can restore,<br>Then I may weep and sue, - but never, friend, before! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, let my tyrants know, I am not doom'd to wear<br>Year after year in gloom, and desolate despair;<br>A messenger of Hope, comes every night to me,<br>And offers for short life, eternal liberty. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs,<br>With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars.<br>Winds take a pensive tone, and stars a tender fire,<br>And visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Desire for nothing known in my maturer years,<br>When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.<br>When, if my spirit's sky was full of flashes warm,<br>I knew not whence they came, from sun, or thunder storm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, first, a hush of peace - a soundless calm descends;<br>The struggle of distress, and fierce impatience ends.<br>Mute music soothes my breast, unuttered harmony,<br>That I could never dream, till Earth was lost to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;<br>My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels:<br>Its wings are almost free - its home, its harbour found,<br>Measuring the gulph, it stoops, and dares the final bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, dreadful is the check - intense the agony -<br>When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;<br>When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,<br>The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less;<br>The more that anguish racks, the earlier it will bless;<br>And robed in fires of hell, or bright with heavenly shine,<br>If it but herald death, the vision is divine!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She ceased to speak, and we, unanswering, turned to go -<br>We had no further power to work the captive woe:<br>Her cheek, her gleaming eye, declared that man had given<br>A sentence, unapproved, and overruled by Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Jane+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Jane Brontë</a><div class=q>
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Reckless of the lives wasting there away;
&quot;Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder stern!&quot;
He dared not say me nay - the hinges harshly turn. 

&quot;Our guests are darkly lodged,&quot; I whisper'd,..."></div>
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