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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381369" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old King Cole</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole <br>A wise old age anticipate, <br>Desiring, with his pipe and bowl, <br>No Khan’s extravagant estate. <br>No crown annoyed his honest head,<br>No fiddlers three were called or needed; <br>For two disastrous heirs instead <br>Made music more than ever three did. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bereft of her with whom his life <br>Was harmony without a flaw,<br>He took no other for a wife, <br>Nor sighed for any that he saw; <br>And if he doubted his two sons, <br>And heirs, Alexis and Evander, <br>He might have been as doubtful once<br>Of Robert Burns and Alexander. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alexis, in his early youth, <br>Began to steal—from old and young. <br>Likewise Evander, and the truth <br>Was like a bad taste on his tongue.<br>Born thieves and liars, their affair <br>Seemed only to be tarred with evil— <br>The most insufferable pair <br>Of scamps that ever cheered the devil. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world went on, their fame went on,<br>And they went on—from bad to worse; <br>Till, goaded hot with nothing done, <br>And each accoutred with a curse, <br>The friends of Old King Cole, by twos, <br>And fours, and sevens, and elevens,<br>Pronounced unalterable views <br>Of doings that were not of heaven’s. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And having learned again whereby <br>Their baleful zeal had come about, <br>King Cole met many a wrathful eye<br>So kindly that its wrath went out— <br>Or partly out. Say what they would, <br>He seemed the more to court their candor; <br>But never told what kind of good <br>Was in Alexis and Evander.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Old King Cole, with many a puff <br>That haloed his urbanity, <br>Would smoke till he had smoked enough, <br>And listen most attentively. <br>He beamed as with an inward light<br>That had the Lord’s assurance in it; <br>And once a man was there all night, <br>Expecting something every minute. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But whether from too little thought, <br>Or too much fealty to the bowl,<br>A dim reward was all he got <br>For sitting up with Old King Cole. <br>“Though mine,” the father mused aloud, <br>“Are not the sons I would have chosen, <br>Shall I, less evilly endowed,<br>By their infirmity be frozen? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“They’ll have a bad end, I’ll agree, <br>But I was never born to groan; <br>For I can see what I can see, <br>And I’m accordingly alone.<br>With open heart and open door, <br>I love my friends, I like my neighbors; <br>But if I try to tell you more, <br>Your doubts will overmatch my labors. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“This pipe would never make me calm,<br>This bowl my grief would never drown. <br>For grief like mine there is no balm <br>In Gilead, or in Tilbury Town. <br>And if I see what I can see, <br>I know not any way to blind it;<br>Nor more if any way may be <br>For you to grope or fly to find it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“There may be room for ruin yet, <br>And ashes for a wasted love; <br>Or, like One whom you may forget,<br>I may have meat you know not of. <br>And if I’d rather live than weep <br>Meanwhile, do you find that surprising? <br>Why, bless my soul, the man’s asleep! <br>That’s good. The sun will soon be rising.”</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>
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A wise old age anticipate, 
Desiring, with his pipe and bowl, 
No Khan’s extravagant estate. 
No crown annoyed his honest head,
No fiddlers three were called or needed; 
For two disastrous heirs instead 
Made m..."></div>
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