<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Care killed a cat, and I have cares at home,<br>Which vex me nightly and disturb my bed.<br>The things I love have all grown wearisome;<br>The things that loved me are estranged or dead.<br>I have a house most fair, but tenanted<br>With shadows only, gardens of tall trees,<br>Fenced in and made secure from every dread<br>But this one terror, my soul's lack of ease.<br>I have much wealth of pleasure, horse and hound,<br>Woods broad for sport, and fields that are my own,<br>With neighbours of good cheer to greet me round,<br>And servants tried by whom my will is done.<br>Here all things live at peace in this dear place,<br>All but my pride, which goes companionless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536305" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Care killed a cat, and I have cares at home, Which vex me nightly and disturb my bed. The things I love have all grown wearisome; The things that loved me are estranged or dead. I have a house most fair, but tenanted With shadows only, gardens of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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