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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384281" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Tumbler Of Claret</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I poured out a tumbler of Claret,<br>Of course with intention to drink,<br>And, holding it up in the sunlight,<br>I paused for a moment to think.<br>I really can't tell you what made me;<br>I never had done so before,<br>Though for years, every day at my dinner,<br>I had emptied one tumbler or more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'A friend' in the loneliest hours,<br>'A companion,' I called the red wine,<br>And sometimes I poetized slightly,<br>And called it a 'nectar divine.'<br>But to-day as I gazed at the claret,<br>That sparkled and glowed in the sun,<br>I asked it, 'What have you done for me,<br>That any true friend would have done?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'You have given me some pleasant feelings,<br>But they always were followed by pain.<br>You have given me ten thousand headaches,<br>And are ready to do it again.<br>You have set my blood leaping and bounding,<br>Which, though pleasant, was hurtful, no doubt,<br>And, if I keep up the acquaintance,<br>I am sure you will give me the gout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I remember a certain occasion,<br>When you caused me to act like a fool.<br>And, yes, I remember another<br>When you made me fall into a pool.<br>And there was Tom Smithers-you killed him!<br>Will Howard you made a poor knave.<br>Both my friends! and I might count a <br>dozen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have sent to the prison or grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Is this like a loyal friend's treatment?<br>And are you deserving the name?<br>Say! what do you give those who love you<br>But poverty, sorrow, and shame?<br>A few paltry moments of pleasure,<br>And ages of trouble and grief.<br>No wonder you blush in the sunlight,<br>You robber, you liar, you thief!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I will have nothing more to do with you,<br>From this moment, this hour, this day.<br>To send you adrift, bag and baggage,<br>I know is the only safe way.'<br>And I poured out that tumbler of claret,<br>Poured it <br>out<br>, and not <br>down<br>, on the spot.<br>And all this you see was accomplished,<br>By a few sober moments of thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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Of course with intention to drink,
And, holding it up in the sunlight,
I paused for a moment to think.
I really can't tell you what made me;
I never had done so before,
Though for years, every day at my dinner,
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