Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The Old StoicEmily Brontë (18181848)
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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.