...Milton behind. No poet beside ever seems to have felt the freedom of the Sonnet ; but he testifies " In truth the prison unto which we doom Ourselves no prison is : and hence to me In sundry moods 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground, Pleased...

...for bloom, High as the highest peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in fox-glove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is : and hence to me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the sonnet's scanty plot of ground ; „ Pleased...

...for bloom, High as the highest peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in fox-glove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is : and hence to me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the sonnet's scanty plot of ground ; Pleased...

...theme which he has taken to illustrate in the prescribed fourteen lines. He speaks truly when he says, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the sonnet's scanty plot of ground. That he revels in the ,'confined precincts, is evident from the ease and absence of all self-imposed...

...theme which he has taken to illustrate in the prescribed fourteen lines. He speaks truly when he says, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the sonnet's scanty plot of ground. That he revels in the [confined precincts, is evident from the ease and absence of all self-imposed...

...soar for bloom High as the highest peak of Furncss Fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove-bells : In truth, the prison unto which we doom Ourselves no prison is : and hence to me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the sonnet's scanty plot of ground : Pleased...

...confinement as if let loose into the boundless sky. That seems an obscure image too ; but we mean, in truth, the prison unto which we doom ourselves no prison is ; and we have improved on that idea, for we have built onr own — and are prisoner, turnkey, and jailer...

...confinement as if let loose into the boundless sky. That seems an obscure image too ; but we mean, in truth, the prison unto which we doom ourselves no prison is ; and we have improved on that idea, for we have built our own — and are prisoner, turnkey, and jailer...

...confinement as if let loose into the boundless sky. That seems an obscure image too ; but we mean, in truth, the prison unto which we doom ourselves no prison is ; and we have improved on that idea, for we have built our own — and are prisoner, turnkey, and jailer...

...soar for bloom, Highvas the highest peak of Furness Fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is : and hence to me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground : Pleased...