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The poem

The poem
Lecturer and students talking around a table
It will help you to have a copy of this poem beside you while you work through all the steps.

There is a copy of the poem below, and also attached as a pdf – which you can print out to refer to if you wish.

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;

And hermits are contented with their cells;

And students with their pensive citadels;

Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,

Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,

High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,

Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells;

In truth the prison, into which we doom

Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me,

In sundry moods, ‘twas pastime to be bound

Within the Sonnet’s scanty plot of ground;

Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be)

Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,

Should find brief solace there, as I have found.

© University of East Anglia
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