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Rating: 2.9

Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
She heard the torrents meet.

There in her place she did rejoice,
Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind,
But fragments of her mighty voice
Came rolling on the wind.

Then stept she down thro' town and field
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Ratnakar Mandlik 12 October 2019

Her open eyes desire the truth The wisdom of a thousand years. Beautiful lines. A masterpiece, pleasure to read.

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Susan Williams 07 July 2016

This poem moves from line to line with such stately dignity- -the result of writing with rhythm and skill. Definitely a Tennyson piece of work.

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Pranab K Chakraborty 07 July 2016

Her open eyes desire the truth. Her open eyes desire the truth. Her open eyes desire the truth. Undone yet to fulfill her passion! Everything most easy to penetrate but truth the whole civilisation long... long... long.... miles away to attain yet. Simply we feel sorry nothing more!

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M Asim Nehal 07 July 2016

I agree with you.

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Ramesh T A 07 July 2016

It is a typical Lord Tennyyson' poem with perfect rhythm and rhyme!

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Edward Kofi Louis 07 July 2016

She did rejoice! ! Nice work.

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