<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536678" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three Pictures Continued</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first, a woman, nobly limbed and fair,<br>Standeth at sunset by a famed far sea.<br>Red are her lips as Love's own kisses were,<br>Yet speak they never though they smile on me.<br>An old knight, next, and arméd cap--à--pie,<br>Watcheth the slaughtered clay that was his heir.<br>The winding--sheet is not more white than he,<br>Hath sat since dawn and hath not shed a tear.<br>The third a tortured bull about to die<br>In the arena. No proud infidel<br>E'er laid his dripping spears more scornfully<br>In Spanish dust; for he too, ere he fell,<br>Hath slain a man. Ah Christ! That murderous eye<br>Burneth athirst like the red pit of Hell.</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=536678" data-title="Three Pictures Continued de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="The first, a woman, nobly limbed and fair, Standeth at sunset by a famed far sea. Red are her lips as Love's own kisses were, Yet speak they never though they smile on me. An old knight, next, and arméd cap--à--pie, Watcheth the slaughtered clay..."></div> </div> </div>

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