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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390866" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clare Market</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the market of Clare, so cheery the glare<br>Of the shops and the booths of the tradespeople there;<br>That I take a delight on a Saturday night<br>In walking that way and in viewing the sight.<br>For it's here that one sees all the objects that please--<br>New patterns in silk and old patterns in cheese,<br>For the girls pretty toys, rude alarums for boys,<br>And baubles galore while discretion enjoys--<br>But here I forbear, for I really despair<br>Of naming the wealth of the market of Clare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A rich man comes down from the elegant town<br>And looks at it all with an ominous frown;<br>He seems to despise the grandiloquent cries<br>Of the vender proclaiming his puddings and pies;<br>And sniffing he goes through the lanes that disclose<br>Much cause for disgust to his sensitive nose;<br>And free of the crowd, he admits he is proud<br>That elsewhere in London this thing's not allowed;<br>He has seen nothing there but filth everywhere,<br>And he's glad to get out of the market of Clare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the child that has come from the gloom of the slum<br>Is charmed by the magic of dazzle and hum;<br>He feasts his big eyes on the cakes and the pies,<br>And they seem to grow green and protrude with surprise<br>At the goodies they vend and the toys without end--<br>And it's oh! if he had but a penny to spend!<br>But alas, he must gaze in a hopeless amaze<br>At treasures that glitter and torches that blaze--<br>What sense of despair in this world can compare<br>With that of the waif in the market of Clare?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, on Saturday night, when my custom invites<br>A stroll in old London for curious sights,<br>I am likely to stray by a devious way<br>Where goodies are spread in a motley array,<br>The things which some eyes would appear to despise<br>Impress me as pathos in homely disguise,<br>And my battered waif-friend shall have pennies to spend,<br>So long as I've got 'em (or chums that will lend);<br>And the urchin shall share in my joy and declare<br>That there's beauty and good in the market of Clare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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Of the shops and the booths of the tradespeople there;
That I take a delight on a Saturday night
In walking that way and in viewing the sight.
For it's here that one sees all the objects that please--
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