Fetters of gold are still fetters, and silken cords pinch.
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 66
Whoever does not betake himself to the path of rectitude in consequence of the castigations of this world will fall under eternal punishment in the next. Allah the most high has said: And we will cause them to taste the nearer punishment of this world besides the more grievous punishment of the next.
Admonition is the address of superiors and then fetters.
If they give advice and thou listenest not, they put thee in fetters.
'Tis folly to love fetters, though they be of gold.
Siemes
Chains and fetters,
With joy i will receive you and with care i will love you;
For a farmer went out to sow his seeds and,
Many women came around to receive some of his seeds.
I am Siemes,
But give her something to eat and wash her clothes;
For she is one of the women who came for the seeds,
But the seeds which fell by the wayside are now with chains and fetters.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Come Brother
Come Brother,
Shall we sheathe our swords
And play this game of many words
With this lineage of wise men
Who have sown the seed of discord
That fetters us now with many cords?
Come Brother,
Shall the land then have peace and prosper
When our Brother we have slain?
Shall guns salute us as heroes
When our proud standard billows,
Or history call us Cain?
(Port Harcourt)
poem by William Eke
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Sonnet on Chillon
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,
For there thy habitation is the heart—
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd—
To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom,
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,
And thy sad floor an altar—for t'was trod,
Until his very steps have left a trace
Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,
By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.
poem by Byron (1816)
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On Chillon
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;
For there thy habitation is the heart—
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consigned,
- To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom—
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,
And thy sad floor and altar, for 'twas trod,
Until his very steps have left a trace,
Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,
By Bonnivard.—May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.
On The Castle Of Chillon
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;
For there thy habitation is the heart—
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consigned,
- To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom—
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,
And thy sad floor and altar, for 'twas trod,
Until his very steps have left a trace,
Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,
By Bonnivard.—May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.
The Lucky One [A Gun, a Badge and a Name]
Zac Efron, Jay R. Ferguson
by Will Fetters from The Lucky One (2012)
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The Lucky One [I Don't Know What Possessed Me to Marry Him]
Zac Efron, Taylor Schilling
by Will Fetters from The Lucky One (2012)
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The Lucky One [I Know You Deserve Better than This]
Zac Efron, Taylor Schilling
by Will Fetters from The Lucky One (2012)
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Sonnet XXXVII
WHat guyle is this, that those her golden tresses,
She doth attyre vnder a net of gold:
and with sly skill so cunningly them dresses,
that which is gold or heare, may scarse be told?
Is it that mens frayle eyes, which gaze too bold,
she may entangle in that golden snare:
and being caught may craftily enfold,
theyr weaker harts, which are not wel aware?
Take heed therefore, myne eyes, how ye doe stare
henceforth too rashly on that guilefull net,
in which is euer ye entrapped are,
out of her bands ye by no meanes shall get.
Fondnesse it were for any being free,
to couet fetters, though they golden bee.
poem by Edmund Spenser
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The Lucky One [I Like to Read]
Zac Efron, Taylor Schilling, Blythe Danner
by Will Fetters from The Lucky One (2012)
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An oppressed people are authorized whenever they can to rise and break their fetters.
quote by Henry Clay
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The Lucky One [Track]
Zac Efron, Taylor Schilling, Riley Thomas Stewart
by Will Fetters from The Lucky One (2012)
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December letters:
no response greets the New Year,
but embers' fetters.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (10 January 1993)
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Cleanse thy heart from greed, and thy foot shall remain free from fetters.
Venus And Death
With fetters gold her captivated feet
Lay, sunny sweet;
In that palm was the poppy, Sleep; in this
The apple, Bliss;
Against the mild side of his Spouse and Mother
One small God throve, and in't, meseem'd, another.
By these a Death-in-Life did foully breathe
Out of a face that was one grate of teeth.
Lift, O kind Angels, lift her eyelids loth,
Lest he devour her and her Godlets both!
poem by Coventry Patmore
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Their poverty secured their freedom, since our desires and our possessions are the strongest fetters of despotism.
quote by Edward Gibbon
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For A Poet
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found the earth's breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.
poem by Countee Cullen
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