Dramas Translations, and Occasional Poems. By Barbarina Lady Dacre.[i.e. Barbarina Brand] In Two Volumes |
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[See the poor captive from his dungeon break]
See the poor captive from his dungeon break,Where long he pined, and hail the light of day,
With eyes that in the broad effulgence ache,
With smiles that mid deep lines of anguish play!
How eagerly he meets the morning gale,
With lab'ring lungs that each sweet breath would seize!
How fondly views the hill, the plain, the vale,
Green meadows, brooks, fields, flow'rs, and waving trees!
And, “Gods!” he cries, “how dear is Liberty!
Is there in Heaven's large gift a boon beside?
The world is mine, and all the good I see!”
But soon, too soon, his raptures wild subside,
And sighing sad, “Not Freedom's self to me
Is sweet,” he cries, “if one to share it be denied.”
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