<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: VIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a booth no larger than the rest,<br>No loftier fashioned and no more sublime,<br>As poor a shrine as ever youth possessed<br>In which to worship truth revealed in time.<br>Yet to my soul the mean remembrance clings<br>With all the folly of that far fair eve,<br>And my pulse throbs with lost imaginings,<br>And passion rises from its grave to grieve.<br>Vain dreams, brute images! and over all<br>The shrill--voiced dwarf its hierarch and priest,<br>Vaunting its praise, a pagan prince of Baal.<br>It scared me as of some wild idol feast.<br>``The Booth of Beauty,'' thus it was I read,<br>Blazoned in scarlet letters overhead.</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=536405" data-title="Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: VIII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="It was a booth no larger than the rest, No loftier fashioned and no more sublime, As poor a shrine as ever youth possessed In which to worship truth revealed in time. Yet to my soul the mean remembrance clings With all the folly of that far fair e..."></div> </div> </div>

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