Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. Lyra Elegantiarum: A Collection of Some of the Best Specimens of Vers de ... - Page 39 edited by - 1867 - 345 pages Full view -
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