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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballade of an Anti-puritan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They spoke of Progress spiring round,<br>Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-<br>It is not true to say I frowned,<br>Or ran about the room and roared;<br>I might have simply sat and snored-<br>I rose politely in the club<br>And said, `I feel a little bored;<br>Will someone take me to a pub?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The new world's wisest did surround<br>Me; and it pains me to record<br>I did not think their views profound,<br>Or their conclusions well assured;<br>The simple life I can't afford,<br>Besides, I do not like the grub-<br>I want a mash and sausage, `scored'-<br>Will someone take me to a pub?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know where Men can still be found,<br>Anger and clamorous accord,<br>And virtues growing from the ground,<br>And fellowship of beer and board,<br>And song, that is a sturdy cord,<br>And hope, that is a hardy shrub,<br>And goodness, that is God's last word-<br>Will someone take me to a pub?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Envoi<br>Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword<br>To see the sort of knights you dub-<br>Is that the last of them-O Lord<br>Will someone take me to a pub?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</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=400501" data-title="A Ballade of an Anti-puritan de Gilbert Keith Chesterton" data-description="They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward- It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and roared; I might have simply sat and snored- I rose politely in the club And said, `I feel a little bored; Will someone..."></div> </div> </div>
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