<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The grand cortège of glory and youth is gone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grand cortège of glory and youth is gone <br>flaunt standards, and the flood of brazen tone: <br>I alone linger, a regretful guest, <br>here where the hostelry has crumbled down, <br>emptied of warmth and life, and the little town <br>lies cold and ruin'd, all its bravery done, <br>wind-blown, wind-blown, where not even dust may rest. <br>No cymbal-clash warms the chill air: the way <br>lies stretch'd beneath a slanting afternoon, <br>the which no piled pyres of the slaughter'd sun, <br>no silver sheen of eve shall follow: Day, <br>ta'en at the throat and choked, in the huge slum <br>o' the common world, shall fall across the coast, <br>yellow and bloodless, not a wound to boast. <br>But if this bare-blown waste refuse me home <br>and if the skies wither my vesper-flight, <br>'twere well to creep, or ever livid night <br>wrap the disquiet earth in horror, back <br>where the old church stands on our morning's track, <br>and in the iron-entrellis'd choir, among <br>rust tombs and blazons, where an isle of light <br>is bosom'd in the friendly gloom, devise <br>proud anthems in a long forgotten tongue: <br>so cozening youth's despair o'er joy that dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christopher+John+Brennan">Christopher John Brennan</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=357217" data-title="The grand cortège of glory and youth is gone de Christopher John Brennan" data-description="The grand cortège of glory and youth is gone flaunt standards, and the flood of brazen tone: I alone linger, a regretful guest, here where the hostelry has crumbled down, emptied of warmth and life, and the little town lies cold and ruin'd, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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