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<name>William <index>Wordsworth</index></name>

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<quote>Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room</quote>

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<source>Scraped from <uri>http://sonnets.org/wordsworth.htm</uri> and marked up.</source>

<remark>Wordsworth's stamp on the tradition. The strength and sinuosity of Wordsworth's line is in evidence, driving the poem forward. Consider particularly the enjambment across the turn, on the word <quote>doom</quote>.</remark>

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<line>Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow <rhyme on="a">room</rhyme></line>

<line>And hermits are contented with their <rhyme on="b">cells</rhyme>;</line>

<line>And students with their pensive <rhyme on="b">citadels</rhyme>;</line>

<line>Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his <rhyme on="a">loom</rhyme>,</line>

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<line>Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for <rhyme on="a">bloom</rhyme>,</line>

<line>High as the highest Peak of <rhyme on="b">Furness-fells</rhyme>,</line>

<line>Will murmur by the hour in foxglove <rhyme on="b">bells</rhyme>:</line>

<line>In truth the prison, into which we <rhyme on="a">doom</rhyme></line>

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<line>Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for <rhyme on="c">me</rhyme>,</line>

<line>In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be <rhyme on="d">bound</rhyme></line>

<line>Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of <rhyme on="d">ground</rhyme>;</line>

<line>Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must <rhyme on="c">be</rhyme>)</line>

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<line>Who have felt the weight of too much <rhyme on="c">liberty</rhyme>,</line>

<line>Should find brief solace there, as I have <rhyme on="d">found</rhyme>.</line>

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