<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was my term of glory. All who know<br>Something of life will guess untold the end.<br>In love, one ever kisses for his woe,<br>One lends his cheek, alas! or seems to lend,<br>One has the pleasure, one the penalties,<br>One is in earnest, one has time to laugh,<br>One turns impatient from imploring eyes,<br>And one in terror spells love's epitaph.<br>There was no wisdom in this love of mine,<br>Therefore it perished earlier than the rest,<br>Although I poured out all my heart like wine<br>And watered it with tears, and prayed unblest<br>In my soul's rage to all the Saints of heaven<br>To give me this and yet to be forgiven.</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=536400" data-title="Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="This was my term of glory. All who know Something of life will guess untold the end. In love, one ever kisses for his woe, One lends his cheek, alas! or seems to lend, One has the pleasure, one the penalties, One is in earnest, one has time to lau..."></div> </div> </div>

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