<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536323" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore do thou at least arise and warn,<br>Not folded in thy mantle, a blind seer,<br>But naked in thy anger, and new--born,<br>As in the hour when thy voice sounded clear<br>To the world's slaves, and tyrants quaked for fear.<br>Thou hadst a message then, a word of scorn,<br>First for thyself, thy own crimes' challenger,<br>And next for those who withered in thy dawn.<br>An hundred years have passed since that fair day,<br>And still the world cries loud, in its desire,<br>That right is wronged, and force alone has sway.<br>What profit are they, thy guns' tongues of fire?<br>Nay, leave to England her sad creed of gold;<br>Plead thou Man's rights, clean--handed as of old.</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=536323" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVIII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Therefore do thou at least arise and warn, Not folded in thy mantle, a blind seer, But naked in thy anger, and new--born, As in the hour when thy voice sounded clear To the world's slaves, and tyrants quaked for fear. Thou hadst a message then, a ..."></div> </div> </div>

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