Quotes About Warder

For the world was built in order Around the atoms march in tune; Rhyme the pipe, and Time the warder, The sun obeys them, and the moon.

What, warder, ho! the man that can blow so complacent a blast as that, probably blows it from a castle.

The vilest deeds, like poison weeds,             Bloom well in prison air;           It is only what is good in Man             That wastes and withers there;           Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate,             And the Warder is Despair.

Then spoke at length the warder maid, With hands upraised and sore afraid: "My Lord and King, the queen has sought The mourner's cell with rage distraught.