 There came a respite to her pain; She from her prison fled; But of the vagrant none took thought; And where it liked her best she sought Her shelter and her bread. Among the fields she breathed again: The master-current of her brain Ran permanent and...  Blackwood's Magazine - Page 2571819Full view - About this book
 | Kevin Sharpe, Steven N. Zwicker - Literary Criticism - 1998 - 404 pages
...unmotivated reference to nature as the cause of her sadness: The engines of her grief, the tools That shap'd her sorrow, rocks and pools, And airs that gently...The vernal leaves, she loved them still, Nor ever tax'd them with the ill Which had been done to her.51 In the limited context of the poem alone, these... | |
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