But who with filial Confidence inspir'd TO LIBERTY. BY COLERIDGE. Ye clouds! that far above me float and pause, Whose pathless march no mortal may control! Ye ocean-waves! that wheresoe'er ye roll, Yield homage only to eternal laws! Ye woods that listen to the night-bird's singing, Through glooms, which woodman never trod, My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound O Liberty! with profitless endeavour Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power The guide of homeless winds, and playmate of the waves! And there I felt thee !-on that sea-cliff's verge, Whose pines scarce travelled by the breeze above, Had made one murmur with the distant surge RESTRAINT NO WHERE ENDURABLE. BY DRYDEN. On give me liberty! For were even paradise my prison, Still I should long to leap the crystal walls. |