"Father, why gird my poor brain with hoops of iron? In mercy loose them. Ah! now I'm free"
— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees and Orme [etc.]
Date
1807
Metaphor
"Father, why gird my poor brain with hoops of iron? In mercy loose them. Ah! now I'm free"
Metaphor in Context
REUB.
Let me go, father--I shall be better alone. "Rosalie will never wound the heart that loves her!" An angel spoke those words, and they are false. Oh! tear them from my memory --they burn--they madden!--Father, why gird my poor brain with hoops of iron? In mercy loose them. Ah! now I'm free-- Rosalie, I come.
(Rushes out.)
Let me go, father--I shall be better alone. "Rosalie will never wound the heart that loves her!" An angel spoke those words, and they are false. Oh! tear them from my memory --they burn--they madden!--Father, why gird my poor brain with hoops of iron? In mercy loose them. Ah! now I'm free-- Rosalie, I come.
(Rushes out.)
Categories
Provenance
Searching "brain" and "iron" in HDIS (Drama)
Date of Entry
06/08/2005
