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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>So Cruel Prison</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So cruel prison how could betide, alas,<br>As proud Windsor? Where I in lust and joy<br>With a king's son my childish years did pass<br>In greater feast than Priam's sons of Troy;<br>Where each sweet place returns a taste full sour:<br>The large green courts, where we were wont to hove,<br>With eyes cast up unto the maidens' tower,<br>And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love;<br>The stately salles, the ladies bright of hue,<br>The dances short, long tales of great delight;<br>With words and looks that tigers could but rue,<br>Where each of us did plead the other's right;<br>The palm play where, despoiled for the game,<br>With dazed eyes oft we by gleams of love<br>Have miss'd the ball and got sight of our dame,<br>To bait her eyes, which kept the leads above;<br>The gravel'd ground, with sleeves tied on the helm,<br>On foaming horse, with swords and friendly hearts,<br>With cheer, as though the one should overwhelm,<br>Where we have fought, and chased oft with darts;<br>With silver drops the mead yet spread for ruth,<br>In active games of nimbleness and strength,<br>Where we did strain, trailed by swarms of youth,<br>Our tender limbs that yet shot up in length;<br>The secret groves which oft we made resound<br>Of pleasant plaint and of our ladies' praise,<br>Recording oft what grace each one had found,<br>What hope of speed, what dread of long delays;<br>The wild forest, the clothed holt with green,<br>With reins aval'd, and swift ybreathed horse,<br>With cry of hounds and merry blasts between,<br>Where we did chase the fearful hart a force;<br>The void walls eke that harbor'd us each night,<br>Wherewith, alas, revive within my breast<br>The sweet accord, such sleeps as yet delight,<br>The pleasant dreams, the quiet bed of rest;<br>The secret thoughts imparted with such trust,<br>The wanton talk, the divers change of play,<br>The friendship sworn, each promise kept so just,<br>Wherewith we pass'd the winter nights away.<br>And with this thought the blood forsakes the face,<br>The tears berain my cheeks of deadly hue,<br>The which as soon as sobbing sighs (alas)<br>Upsupped have, thus I my plaint renew:<br>&quot;O place of bliss, renewer of my woes,<br>Give me account--where is my noble fere?<br>Whom in thy walls thou didst each night enclose,<br>To other lief, but unto me most dear.&quot;<br>Echo (alas) that doth my sorrow rue,<br>Returns thereto a hollow sound of plaint.<br>Thus I alone, where all my freedom grew,<br>In prison pine with bondage and restraint;<br>And with remembrance of the greater grief<br>To banish the less, I find my chief relief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Howard">Henry Howard</a><div class=q>
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As proud Windsor? Where I in lust and joy
With a king's son my childish years did pass
In greater feast than Priam's sons of Troy;
Where each sweet place returns a taste full sour:
The large green courts, wh..."></div>
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