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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408827" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ghost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, <br>Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side -- <br>Now my heart was hard and bitter, and a bitter spirit he, <br>So I felt no great aversion to his ghostly company. <br>Said the Shade: `At finer feelings let your lip in scorn be curled, <br>`Self and Pelf', my friend, has ever been the motto for the world.' <br> <br>And he said: `If you'd be happy, you must clip your fancy's wings, <br>Stretch your conscience at the edges to the size of earthly things; <br>Never fight another's battle, for a friend can never know <br>When he'll gladly fly for succour to the bosom of the foe. <br>At the power of truth and friendship let your lip in scorn be curled -- <br>`Self and Pelf', my friend, remember, is the motto of the world. <br> <br>`Where Society is mighty, always truckle to her rule; <br>Never send an `i' undotted to the teacher of a school; <br>Only fight a wrong or falsehood when the crowd is at your back, <br>And, till Charity repay you, shut the purse, and let her pack; <br>At the fools who would do other let your lip in scorn be curled, <br>`Self and Pelf', my friend, remember, that's the motto of the world. <br> <br>`Ne'er assail the shaky ladders Fame has from her niches hung, <br>Lest unfriendly heels above you grind your fingers from the rung; <br>Or the fools who idle under, envious of your fair renown, <br>Heedless of the pain you suffer, do their worst to shake you down. <br>At the praise of men, or censure, let your lip in scorn be curled, <br>`Self and Pelf', my friend, remember, is the motto of the world. <br> <br>`Flowing founts of inspiration leave their sources parched and dry, <br>Scalding tears of indignation sear the hearts that beat too high; <br>Chilly waters thrown upon it drown the fire that's in the bard; <br>And the banter of the critic hurts his heart till it grows hard. <br>At the fame your muse may offer let your lip in scorn be curled, <br>`Self and Pelf', my friend, remember, that's the motto of the world. <br> <br>`Shun the fields of love, where lightly, to a low and mocking tune, <br>Strong and useful lives are ruined, and the broken hearts are strewn. <br>Not a farthing is the value of the honest love you hold; <br>Call it lust, and make it serve you! Set your heart on nought but gold. <br>At the bliss of purer passions let your lip in scorn be curled -- <br>`Self and Pelf', my friend, shall ever be the motto of the world.' <br> <br>Then he ceased and looked intently in my face, and nearer drew; <br>But a sudden deep repugnance to his presence thrilled me through; <br>Then I saw his face was cruel, by the look that o'er it stole, <br>Then I felt his breath was poison, by the shuddering of my soul, <br>Then I guessed his purpose evil, by his lip in sneering curled, <br>And I knew he slandered mankind, by my knowledge of the world. <br> <br>But he vanished as a purer brighter presence gained my side -- <br>`Heed him not! there's truth and friendship <br> in this wondrous world,' she cried, <br>And of those who cleave to virtue in their climbing for renown, <br>Only they who faint or falter from the height are shaken down. <br>At a cynic's baneful teaching let your lip in scorn be curled! <br>`Brotherhood and Love and Honour!' is the motto for the world.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side -- 
Now my heart was hard and bitter, and a bitter spirit he, 
So I felt no great aversion to his ghostly company. 
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