| Quote #1
And mine has been the fate of those
The speaker makes his situation a universal one – he has shared the same "fate" as many others who have been imprisoned.
| Quote #2
There are seven columns, massy and grey,
In the dungeon, even the stray "ray" of light that has made its way in through a crack in the wall seems "dull" and "imprison'd."
| Quote #3
That iron is a cankering thing,
The chains that bind the prisoner seem to leave lasting, festering marks on him that never heal. Is he talking about literal wounds, or psychological wounds?