English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Emily Bronte
683. The Old Stoic
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And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream,
That vanish’d with the morn:
That moves my lips for me
Is, ’Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!’
’Tis all that I implore;
In life and death a chainless soul
With courage to endure.