<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away!<br>Who said that care behind the horseman sits?<br>The train to Paris, as it flies to--day,<br>Whirls its bold rider clear of ague fits.<br>Who stops for sorrows? Who for his lost wits,<br>His vanished gold, his loves of yesterday,<br>His vexed ambitions? See, the landscape flits<br>Bright in his face, and fleeter far than they.<br>Away! away! Our mother Earth is wide;<br>And our poor lives and loves of what avail?<br>All life is here; and here we sit astride<br>On her broad back, with Hope's white wings for sail,<br>In search of fortune and that glorious goal,<br>Paris, the golden city of our soul.</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=536311" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away! Who said that care behind the horseman sits? The train to Paris, as it flies to--day, Whirls its bold rider clear of ague fits. Who stops for sorrows? Who for his lost wits, His vanished gold, his loves of yest..."></div> </div> </div>

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