<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536317" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To--day there is no cloud upon thy face,<br>Paris, fair city of romance and doom!<br>Thy memories do not grieve thee, and no trace<br>Lives of their tears for us who after come.<br>All is forgotten--thy high martyrdom,<br>Thy rage, thy vows, thy vauntings, thy disgrace,<br>With those who died for thee to beat of drum,<br>And those who lived to see thee kingdomless.<br>Indeed thou art a woman in thy mirths,<br>A woman in thy griefs which leave thee young,<br>A prudent virgin still, despite the births<br>Of these sad prodigies thy bards have sung.<br>What to thy whoredoms is a vanished throne?<br>A chair where a fool sat, and he is gone!</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=536317" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIV de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="To--day there is no cloud upon thy face, Paris, fair city of romance and doom! Thy memories do not grieve thee, and no trace Lives of their tears for us who after come. All is forgotten--thy high martyrdom, Thy rage, thy vows, thy vauntings, thy d..."></div> </div> </div>

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