FOR me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble In my faint eyes, and that my heart beat fast With feelings which make rapture pain resemble, Yet, from thy voice that falsehood starts aghast, I thank thee -- let the tyrant keep His chains and tears, yea let him weep With rage to see thee freshly risen, Like strength from slumber, from the prison, In which he vainly hoped the soul to bind Which on the chains must prey that fetter humankind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSIONARY HYMN by REGINALD HEBER TELLING THE BEES (A COLONIAL CUSTOM) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE JAMESON'S RIDE by ALFRED AUSTIN FRAGMENTS OF A POEM ON THE EXCELLENCE OF CHRISTIANITY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE WINTER SONG by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 1. IN AN ITALIAN HILL TOWN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |