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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
 
The Sonnet, I
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
 
NUNS fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
  And hermits are contented with their cells;
  And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,        5
  High as the highest peak of Furness-fells,
  Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells:
In truth the prison, unto which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me,
  In sundry moods, ’twas pastime to be bound        10
  Within the Sonnet’s scanty plot of ground;
Pleased if some souls (for such there needs must be)
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
  Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
 
 
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