<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409105" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 14</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes,<br>Indeed the product of my heart and brain?<br>How strange that on my ear the rhythmic strain<br>Falls like faint memories of far-off times!<br>When did I feel the sorrow, act the part,<br>Which I have striv'n to shadow forth in song?<br>In what dead century swept that mingled throng<br>Of mighty pains and pleasures through my heart?<br>Not in the yesterdays of that still life<br>Which I have passed so free and far from strife,<br>But somewhere in this weary world I know,<br>In some strange land, beneath some orient clime,<br>I saw or shared a martyrdom sublime,<br>And felt a deeper grief than any later woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</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=409105" data-title="Sonnet 14 de Henry Timrod" data-description="Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes, Indeed the product of my heart and brain? How strange that on my ear the rhythmic strain Falls like faint memories of far-off times! When did I feel the sorrow, act the part, Which I have striv'..."></div> </div> </div>

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