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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEYOND THE BARS, by GEORGE E. BOWEN First Line: Within my cell are singing sounds - a robin's call, afar Last Line: "and still I muse, in chains that chafe: ""will there be prisons then?" Subject(s): Prisons & Prisoners; Tyranny & Tyrants; Convicts; Dictators | |||
WITHIN my cell are singing sounds a robin's call, afar. Within this gloom are glories white a light of sun or star. Within this death-hole breathes the air of clover-fields a-hum. What rare and radiant riches to the prisoned spirit come! Within my cell glows ruddy wine distilled of vineyards dear. Within this fear are lance and shield what valor gives me cheer. Within defeat pride will not yield a rebel heritage. And youth is armed with years forgot, to crush the force of age. Within my cell stands liberty with many a flag of joy. Within this death is freedom born its tyrant to destroy. Within this hush the bugles blow to stir the hearts of men. And still I muse, in chains that chafe: "Will there be prisons then?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITANY FOR DICTATORSHIPS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET FIN-DE-SIECLE BLUES by CAROLYN KIZER EPITAPH ON A TYRANT by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE GOOD OLD DAYS OF 27 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AN EPISTLE TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE |
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