Dear Chains Poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Dear Chains

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Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don't demean.
The nightingale embushed in laurel,
The sylvan singers' feathered queen,
Does she not bear the same sweet plight?
Near the proud rose's beauty dwelling,
And with her tender anthems thrilling
The dusk of a voluptuous night.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khairul Ahsan 30 June 2018

'And with her tender anthems thrilling The dusk of a voluptuous night.' - These two lines are so expressive!

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Charlotte Rains 30 June 2018

Absolutely beautiful! Such a treat to my lips and ears!

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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 30 June 2018

Such a nice write with broad images drawn..

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Adrian Flett 30 June 2018

'tender anthems' 'of a voluptuous night' Great imagery

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Bernard F. Asuncion 30 June 2018

Such a beautiful poem👍👍👍

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