letra de nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room - sir cedric hardwicke
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nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
and hermits are contented with their cells;
and students with their pensive citadels;
maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom
sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom
high as the highest peak of furness-fells
will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells:
in truth the prison, into which we doom
ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me
in sundry moods, ’twas pastime to be bound
within the sonnet’s scanty plot of ground;
pleased if some souls (for such therе needs must be)
who have felt thе weight of too much liberty
should find brief solace there, as i have found
letras aleatórias
- letra de dagon - i monster
- letra de i need it - sj beatzz
- letra de λάθος αγάπες (lathos agapes) - natasa theodoridou
- letra de far from the tree - the shambles
- letra de safe shore - hibria
- letra de glamour - throne (rapper)
- letra de south beach huaraches - renz monclare
- letra de in due time - no-uh
- letra de untro - leuca
- letra de holly´s looking down the barrel - burn the evidence