Prison

"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison
in a prison."

"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison
in a prison."

In durance vile.

In durance vile.

That which the world miscalls a jail,
A private closet is to me.
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That which the world miscalls a jail,
A private closet is to me.
. . . .
Locks, bars, and solitude together met,
Make me no prisoner, but an anchoret.

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,
Minds innocent and quiet take
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Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.

Fast closed with double grills
And triple gates--the cell
To wicked souls is hell;
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Fast closed with double grills
And triple gates--the cell
To wicked souls is hell;
But to a mind that's innocent
'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
[Fr., Doubles grilles a gros cloux,
Triples portes, forts verroux,
Aux ames vraiment mechantes
Vous representez l'enfer;
Mais aux ames innocentes
Vous n'etes que du bois, des pierres, du fer.]

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
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Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
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I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
And, for because the world is populous,
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.

And as for their appearances, they four had one likeness, as if a
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And as for their appearances, they four had one likeness, as if a
wheel had been in the midst of a wheel.

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
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Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions true
Who studied with me at the U-
Niversity of Gottingen.
- George Canning, Song--Of One Eleven Years in Prison,