English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| 683. The Old Stoic |
| | | Emily Bronte (18181848) |
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| RICHES I hold in light esteem, | |
| And Love I laugh to scorn; | |
| And lust of fame was but a dream, | |
| That vanishd with the morn: | |
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| And if I pray, the only prayer | 5 |
| That moves my lips for me | |
| Is, Leave the heart that now I bear, | |
| And give me liberty! | |
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| Yes, as my swift days near their goal, | |
| Tis all that I implore; | 10 |
| In life and death a chainless soul | |
| With courage to endure. | |
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