<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Althea From Prison.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>When love with unconfined wings<br> Hovers within my gates;<br>And my divine ALTHEA brings<br> To whisper at the grates;<br>When I lye tangled in her haire,<br> And fetterd to her eye,<br>The birds, that wanton in the aire,<br> Know no such liberty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II.<br>When flowing cups run swiftly round<br> With no allaying THAMES,<br>Our carelesse heads with roses bound,<br> Our hearts with loyal flames;<br>When thirsty griefe in wine we steepe,<br> When healths and draughts go free,<br>Fishes, that tipple in the deepe,<br> Know no such libertie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III.<br>When (like committed linnets) I<br> With shriller throat shall sing<br>The sweetnes, mercy, majesty,<br> And glories of my King.<br>When I shall voyce aloud, how good<br> He is, how great should be,<br>Inlarged winds, that curle the flood,<br> Know no such liberty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IV.<br>Stone walls doe not a prison make,<br> Nor iron bars a cage;<br>Mindes innocent and quiet take<br> That for an hermitage;<br>If I have freedome in my love,<br> And in my soule am free,<br>Angels alone that sore above<br> Enjoy such liberty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</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=499056" data-title="To Althea From Prison. de Richard Lovelace" data-description="I. When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates; And my divine ALTHEA brings To whisper at the grates; When I lye tangled in her haire, And fetterd to her eye, The birds, that wanton in the aire, Know no such liberty. II. When flo..."></div> </div> </div>

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