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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355284" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Changed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 I know not why my soul is rack'd:<br>2 Why I ne'er smile as was my wont:<br>3 I only know that, as a fact,<br>4 I don't.<br>5 I used to roam o'er glen and glade<br>6 Buoyant and blithe as other folk:<br>7 And not unfrequently I made<br>8 A joke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 A minstrel's fire within me burn'd.<br>10 I'd sing, as one whose heart must break,<br>11 Lay upon lay: I nearly learn'd<br>12 To shake.<br>13 All day I sang; of love, of fame,<br>14 Of fights our fathers fought of yore,<br>15 Until the thing almost became <br>16 A bore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17 I cannot sing the old songs now!<br>18 It is not that I deem then low;<br>19 'Tis that I can't remember how<br>20 They go.<br>21 I could not range the hills till high<br>22 Above me stood the summer moon:<br>23 And as to dancing, I could fly<br>24 As soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 The sports, to which with boyish glee<br>26 I sprang erewhile, attract no more;<br>27 Although I am but sixty-three<br>28 Or four.<br>29 Nay, worse than that, I've seem'd of late<br>30 To shrink from happy boyhood -- boys<br>31 Have grown so noisy, and I hate<br>32 A noise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">33 They fright me, when the beech is green,<br>34 By swarming up its stem for eggs:<br>35 They drive their horrid hoops between<br>36 My legs: --<br>37 It's idle to repine, I know;<br>38 I'll tell you what I'll do instead:<br>39 I'll drink my arrowroot, and go<br>40 To bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Stuart+Calverley">Charles Stuart Calverley</a><div class=q>
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2 Why I ne'er smile as was my wont:
3 I only know that, as a fact,
4 I don't.
5 I used to roam o'er glen and glade
6 Buoyant and blithe as other folk:
7 And not unfrequently I made
8 A joke.

9 A minstrel's fire..."></div>
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