While the title figure "whispers at the grates", the narrator lies "tangled in her hair and fettered to her eye".
While the title figure "whispers at the grates", the narrator lies "tangled in her hair and fettered to her eye". The narrator also sings "the sweetness, mercy, and majesty and glories of his king" all while not enjoying freedom. The narrator believes that "stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage" in, FTP, what poem by Richard Lovelace?
While the title figure "whispers at the grates", the narrator lies "tangled in her hair and fettered to her eye".
To Althea, from Prison