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The theme of the poem is that No one can "imprison" or enslave the human mind.
the poem is about a letter to Althea.
The author is Richard lovelace.
the war was the civil war.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: ababacdcd.
Some of the lines do not rhyme becuase the
peom is hard to read in modern english.
The sound rhythm is as followed
lines one and three are the same as two
and four. The poem has bars that are
seperated with stanzas. It follows iambic
tetrameter and iambic trimeter.
Richard Lovelace was born at Woolwich in 1618. He was the scion of a Kentish family and inherited a traditional military distinction. His Fathers name was Sir William Lovelace. He was later killed at Grolle in 1628. Richard Lovelace was educated at the Charterhouse and Gloucester. His songs and poems about love & amusements about soldiers is what kept his career alive.
When Love with unconfinèd wings
Hovers within my Gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the Grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair,
And fettered to her eye,
The Gods that wanton in the Air,
Know no such Liberty.
In The Poem To Althea, from Prison; Richard Lovelace dramatizes the nature of inner freedom. The speaker is a political prisoner being held in a cell. The poem is about Richard Lovelace being imprisoned during the civil war , because he sided with the king during a power strugge between King Charles and the parlement. His motivation while being in prison he feels free beacuse of his love with althea.
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When flowing Cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with Roses bound,
Our hearts with Loyal Flames;
When thirsty grief in Wine we steep,
When Healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple in the Deep
Know no such Liberty.
Stone Walls do not a Prison make,
Nor Iron bars a Cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an Hermitage.
If I have freedom in my Love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above,
Enjoy such Liberty.
When (like committed linnets) I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, Mercy, Majesty,
And glories of my King;
When I shall voice aloud how good
He is, how Great should be,
Enlargèd Winds, that curl the Flood,
Know no such Liberty.