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For thirty years secluded from mankind

Here Marten lingered. Often have these walls

Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread

He paced around his prison: not to him

Did Nature’s fair varieties exist;

He never saw the sun’s delightful beams,

Save when through yon high bars he pour’d a sad

And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime?

He had rebell’d against the King, and sat

In judgment on him; for his ardent mind

Shaped goodliest plans of happiness on earth,

And peace and liberty. Wild dreams! but such

As Plato loved; such as with holy zeal

Our Milton worshipp’d. Blessed hopes! awhile

From man withheld, even to the latter days

When Christ shall come, and all things be fulfill’d!