<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536565" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO ONE IN A HIGH POSITION<br>To you, a poet, glorious, heaven--born,<br>One who is not a poet but a son<br>Of the earth earthy, sick and travel--worn<br>And weary with a race already run,<br>A battle lost e'er yet his day is done,<br>Comes with this tribute, shattered banners torn<br>From a defeat. You reign in Macedon,<br>My Alexander, as at earlier morn<br>You reigned upon Parnassus, hero, king.<br>I reign no more, not even in those hearts<br>For which these songs were made, and if I sing<br>'Tis with a harsh and melancholy note<br>At which my own heart like an echo starts.<br>Yet sometimes I can deem you listening,<br>And then all else is instantly forgot.</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=536565" data-title="The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. I de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="TO ONE IN A HIGH POSITION To you, a poet, glorious, heaven--born, One who is not a poet but a son Of the earth earthy, sick and travel--worn And weary with a race already run, A battle lost e'er yet his day is done, Comes with this tribute, shatte..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black