Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
She heard the torrents meet.
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Her open eyes desire the truth The wisdom of a thousand years. Beautiful lines. A masterpiece, pleasure to read.
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.
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!
It is a typical Lord Tennyyson' poem with perfect rhythm and rhyme!
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