<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536320" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thus it is. You flout at kings to--day.<br>To--morrow in your pride you shall stoop low<br>To a new tyrant who shall come your way,<br>And serve him meekly with mock--serious brow,<br>While the world laughs. I shall not laugh at you.<br>Your Bourbon, Bonaparte or Boulanger<br>Are foils to your own part of ingénue<br>Which moves me most, the moral of your play.<br>You have a mission in the world, to teach<br>All pride its level. Poet, prince and clown,<br>Each in your amorous arms has scaled the breach<br>Of his own pleasure and the world's renown.<br>Till with a yawn you turn, and from your bed<br>Kick out your hero with his ass's head.</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=536320" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XV de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="For thus it is. You flout at kings to--day. To--morrow in your pride you shall stoop low To a new tyrant who shall come your way, And serve him meekly with mock--serious brow, While the world laughs. I shall not laugh at you. Your Bourbon, Bonapar..."></div> </div> </div>

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