And it may be Life is too tight around my shins; For, unlike you, I cant break through, A truant where the blue begins. Out of the very element Of bondage, that here holds me pent, Ill make my furious sonnet: Ill turn my noose To tightrope use And madly dance upon it.
(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.
Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org