For thirty years secluded from mankind, Here Marten linger`d. Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison: not to him Did Nature`s fair varieties exist; He never saw the Sun`s delightful beams, Save when thro` yon high bars it pour`d a sad And broken splendor. Dost thou ask his crime? He had rebell`d against the King, and sat In judgment on him; for his ardent mind Shaped goodliest plans of happiness on earth, And peace and liberty. Wild dreams! But such As PLATO lov`d; such as with holy zeal Our MILTON worshipp`d. Blessed hopes! awhile From man withheld, even to the latter days, When CHRIST shall come and all things be fulfill`d.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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