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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534037" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunrise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Foul times there are when nations spiritless<br>Throw honour away<br>For tinsel glory, to base happiness<br>A mournful prey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then from the nations, fain of lustful rest,<br>Dull slavery's dreams,<br>All virtue ebbs, as from a sponge tight-prest<br>Clear water streams. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then men, to vice and folly docile slaves,<br>Aye lowly inclined,<br>Ape the vile, fearful reed that stoops and waves<br>For every wind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then feasts and kisses; naught that saith the soul<br>Stirs shame or dread;<br>One drinks, one eats, one sings, one skips,βis foul<br>And comforted. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crime, ministered to by loathsome lackeys, reigns;<br>Yea, 'neath God's fires<br>Laughs; and ye shiver, sombre dread remains<br>Of glorious sires. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All life seems foul, with vice intoxicate,<br>Aye, thus to be.β<br>Sudden a clarion unto all winds elate<br>Peals liberty! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the dull world whose soul this blast doth smite,<br>Is like to one<br>Drunken all night, up-staggering 'neath the light<br>O' the risen sun!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+Hugo">Victor Hugo</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=534037" data-title="Sunrise de Victor Hugo" data-description="Foul times there are when nations spiritless Throw honour away For tinsel glory, to base happiness A mournful prey. Then from the nations, fain of lustful rest, Dull slavery's dreams, All virtue ebbs, as from a sponge tight-prest Clear water str..."></div> </div> </div>
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