Dear Chains

Poem By Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don't demean.
The nightingale embushed in laurel,
The sylvan singers' feathered queen,
Does she not bear the same sweet plight?
Near the proud rose's beauty dwelling,
And with her tender anthems thrilling
The dusk of a voluptuous night.

Comments about Dear Chains

'And with her tender anthems thrilling The dusk of a voluptuous night.' - These two lines are so expressive!
Absolutely beautiful! Such a treat to my lips and ears!
Such a nice write with broad images drawn..
'tender anthems' 'of a voluptuous night' Great imagery
Such a beautiful poem👍👍👍


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