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Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison
What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state, Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, In his immortal1 spirit, been as free As the sky-searching lark2, and as elate. Minion3 of grandeur4! think you he did wait? Think you he nought5 but prison-walls did see, Till, so unwilling6, thou unturn'dst the key? Ah, no! far happier, nobler was his fate! In Spenser's halls he stray'd, and bowers7 fair, Culling8 enchanted9 flowers; and he flew With daring Milton through the fields of air: To regions of his own his genius true Took happy flights. Who shall his fame impair10 When thou art dead, and all thy wretched crew. 点击收听单词发音
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