<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord of Life shakes off his drowsihed,<br>And 'gins to sprinkle on the earth below<br>Those rays that from his shaken locks do flow;<br>Meantime, by truant love of rambling led,<br>I turn my back on thy detested walls,<br>Proud city! and thy sons I leave behind,<br>A sordid, selfish, money-getting kind;<br>Brute things, who shut their ears when Freedom calls.<br>I pass not thee so lightly, well-known spire,<br>That mindest me of many a pleasure gone,<br>Of merrier days, of love and Islington;<br>Kindling afresh the flames of past desire.<br>And I shall muse on thee slow journeying on<br>To the green plains of pleasant Hertfordshire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">1795.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</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=355213" data-title="Sonnet de Charles Lamb" data-description="The Lord of Life shakes off his drowsihed, And 'gins to sprinkle on the earth below Those rays that from his shaken locks do flow; Meantime, by truant love of rambling led, I turn my back on thy detested walls, Proud city! and thy sons I leave beh..."></div> </div> </div>

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