<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536333" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet it is pitiful how friendships die,<br>Spite of our oaths eternal and high vows.<br>Some fall through blight of tongues wagged secretly,<br>Some through strifes loud in empty honour's house.<br>Some vanish with fame got too glorious,<br>And rapt to heaven in fiery chariots fly;<br>And some are drowned in sloth and the carouse<br>Of wedded joys and long love's tyranny.<br>O ye, who with high--hearted valliance<br>Deem truth eternal and youth's dreams divine,<br>Keep ye from love and fame and the mischance<br>Of other worship than the Muses nine.<br>So haply shall you tread life's latest strand<br>With a true brother still, and hand in hand.</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=536333" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVIII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Yet it is pitiful how friendships die, Spite of our oaths eternal and high vows. Some fall through blight of tongues wagged secretly, Some through strifes loud in empty honour's house. Some vanish with fame got too glorious, And rapt to heaven in ..."></div> </div> </div>

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