Back to category: Sports Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. hej The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, of the India House, London] 1Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, 2This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost 3Beauties and feelings, such as would have been 4Most sweet to my remembrance even when age 5Had dimm'd mine eyes to blindness! They, meanwhile, 6Friends, whom I never more may meet again, 7On springy heath, along the hill-top edge, 8Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, 9To that still roaring dell, of which I told; 10The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, 11And only speckled by the mid-day sun; 12Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock 13Flings arching like a bridge;--that branchless ash, 14Unsunn'd and damp, whose few poor yellow leaves 15Ne'er tremble in the gale,... Posted by: Chad Boger Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. |
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