<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVI</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gods, what a moral! Yet in vain I jest.<br>The France which has been, and shall be again,<br>Is the most serious, and perhaps the best,<br>Of all the nations which have power with men.<br>France only of the nations has this plain<br>Thought in the world, to scorn hypocrisy,<br>And by this token she shall purge the stain<br>Of her sins yet, though these as scarlet be.<br>Let her put off her folly! 'Tis a cloak<br>Which hides her virtue. Let her foremost stand,<br>The champion of all necks which feel the yoke,<br>As once she stood sublime in every land.<br>Let her forgo her Tonquins, and make good<br>Her boast to man, of man's high brotherhood!</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=536321" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVI de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Gods, what a moral! Yet in vain I jest. The France which has been, and shall be again, Is the most serious, and perhaps the best, Of all the nations which have power with men. France only of the nations has this plain Thought in the world, to scor..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black