<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536328" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here too I, the latest fool of Time,<br>Sad child of doubt and passionate desires,<br>Touched with all pity, yet in league with crime,<br>Watched the red sunsets from the Alpine spires,<br>And lit my poet's lamp with kindred fires,<br>And dared to snatch my share of the sublime.<br>There was one with me, master of the choirs<br>Of eloquent thought, who listening to my rhyme,<br>And seeing in me a soul set on things<br>Not wholly base, although my need was sore,<br>Bade me take courage and essay new wings.<br>And thus it was I first beheld this shore,<br>Mourning the loss yet half consoled of gain,<br>The passionate pleader of youth's creed of pain.</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=536328" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIV de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="And here too I, the latest fool of Time, Sad child of doubt and passionate desires, Touched with all pity, yet in league with crime, Watched the red sunsets from the Alpine spires, And lit my poet's lamp with kindred fires, And dared to snatch my ..."></div> </div> </div>

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