<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Miniver Cheevy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,<br>Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;<br>He wept that he was ever born,<br>And he had reasons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Miniver loved the days of old<br>When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;<br>The vision of the warrior bold<br>Would set him dancing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Miniver sighed for what was not,<br>And dreamed, and rested from his labors;<br>He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,<br>And Priam's neighbors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Miniver mourned the ripe renown<br>That made so many a name so fragrant;<br>He mourned Romance, now on the town,<br>And Art, a vagrant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mininver loved the Medici,<br>Albeit he had never seen one;<br>He would have sinned incessantly <br>Could he have been one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Miniver cursed the commonplace<br>And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;<br>He missed the medieval grace<br>Of iron clothing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Miniver scorned the gold he sought,<br>But sore annoyed was he without it;<br>Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,<br>And thought about it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Miniver Cheevy, born too late,<br>Scratched his head and kept on thinking;<br>Miniver coughed, and called it fate,<br>And kept on drinking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</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=381360" data-title="Miniver Cheevy de Edwin Arlington Robinson" data-description="Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed the seasons; He wept that he was ever born, And he had reasons. Miniver loved the days of old When swords were bright and steeds were prancing; The vision of the warrior bold Would set h..."></div> </div> </div>

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