Explore "A Royal Poet" by Washington Irving on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Though your body be confined, / And soft love a prisoner bound, / Yet the beauty of your mind / Neither check nor chain hath found. / Look out nobly, then, and dare / Even the fetters that you wear. / Fletcher
On a soft sunny morning in the genial month of May I made an excursion to Windsor Castle. It is a place full of storied and poetical associations. The very external aspect of the proud old pile is enough to inspire high thought. It rears its irregular walls and massive towers, like a mural crown around the brow of a lofty ridge, waves its royal banner in the clouds, and looks down with a lordly air upon the surrounding world.