<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118199" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Protest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LIGHT words they were, and lightly, falsely said;<br>She heard them, and she started,—and she rose,<br>As in the act to speak; the sudden thought<br>And unconsider’d impulse led her on.<br>In act to speak she rose, but with the sense<br>Of all the eyes of that mix’d company<br>Now suddenly turn’d upon her, some with age<br>Harden’d and dull’d, some cold and critical;<br>Some in whom vapors of their own conceit,<br>As moist malarious mists the heavenly stars,<br>Still blotted out their good, the best at best<br>By frivolous laugh and prate conventional<br>All too untun’d for all she thought to say,—<br>With such a thought the mantling blood to her cheek<br>Flush’d up, and o’er-flush’d itself, blank night her soul<br>Made dark, and in her all her purpose swoon’d.<br>She stood as if for sinking. Yet anon,<br>With recollections clear, august, sublime,<br>Of God’s great truth, and right immutable,<br>Which, as obedient vassals, to her mind<br>Came summon’d of her will, in self-negation<br>Quelling her troublous earthly consciousness,<br>She queen’d it o’er her weakness. At the spell<br>Back roll’d the ruddy tide, and leaves her cheek<br>Paler than erst, and yet not ebbs so far<br>But that one pulse of one indignant thought<br>Might hurry it hither in flood. So as she stood<br>She spoke. God in her spoke, and made her heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118199" data-title="A Protest de Arthur Hugh Clough" data-description="LIGHT words they were, and lightly, falsely said;/She heard them, and she started,—and she rose,/As in the act to speak; the sudden thought/And unconsider’d impulse led her on./In act to speak she rose, but with the sense/Of all the eyes of th..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black