Freedom and Liberty Inworth's Prefatory Sonnet and its broader relevance. political spectrum. The poet compares nuns and hermits, who find comfort in their confined spaces, to himself and to the writing of sonnets. Building on this framework, Worth makes an important observation about personal freedom and its place in political freedom. Carefully crafted literary elements combine efforts to manipulate the tension in the poem, a powerful poetic tool used with precision and perfection to tell the story of freedom: how it is desired, its glory, and its consequences. The poem begins with the tradition of the sonnet of inscription. People of various professions are listed as being content with the confines of their workspace or proper abode (later compared to the poet working on sonnets, happily confined within the constraining structure of the sonnet). Note the build-up of tension in the first three lines, an effect maneuvered with decreasing sentence structure and internal rhymes: The nuns don't worry about the narrow room of their convent; And hermits are content with their cells; And the students of their pensive citadels; While the first line is a completely independent clause, the second, although also an independent clause, begins with "And", apparently a continuation of a sentence begun in the first line. The verb is deleted in the third line, creating a dependent clause and a more rushed feeling than the first and second lines. Finally, the fourth line seems narrow (like the boundaries that enclose the nun, the student, the maids and the weaver), with two separate dependent clauses...... middle of paper...... but must be created in politics through the freedom of action of the people. This is what finally ended Napoleon's tyranny in Europe, and this is what concludes this poem. The nuns do not worry about the narrow room of their convents; and hermits are content with their cells; at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, sitting joyful and happy; The bees that rise to flower, as high as the highest peak of Furness Fells, will murmur from hour to hour in the foxglove bells; indeed, the prison to which we condemn ourselves is no prison at all: and therefore to me, in various moods, it was a pastime. be boundIn the little ground of the Sonnet: I should be glad if some souls (for there must be some) who have felt the weight of too much liberty, should find there a short solace, as I have found it.