CHAINS on the cities! gloom in the air! Come to the hills! fresh breezes are tnere. Silence and fear in the rich orange bowers! Come to the rocks where freedom hatn towers. Come from the Darro! -- changed is its tone; Come where the streams no bondage have known; Wildly and proudly foaming they leap, Singing of freedom from steep to steep. Come from Alhambra! -- garden and grove Now may not shelter beauty or love. Blood on the waters! death midst the flowers! -- Only the spear and the rock are ours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAY OF THE LABOURER by THOMAS HOOD IDYLLS OF THE KING: TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. ON WASHING by JOHN ARMSTRONG MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN REASONABLE MELANCHOLY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |