<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413094" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Abandon your books</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These lines I would have sent to a beautiful maid that over toiled herself with books, till her radiant face gathered dust and spider web wreathed upon her hair: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh listen to the falling rain and shake your dusty looks<br>Why all this toil and languid trouble? <br>Oh this swirling slanting rain, abandon your books<br>You will grow bold and double</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The glorious sun above the mountain's head<br>A freshening luster mellow, <br>through all the long green fields has spread, <br>his first sweet evening yellow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh leave your books this is a dull and endless strife<br>come and listen to the woodland linnet, <br>how sweet his music; on our life<br>there is more of wisdom in it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But hash! how blithe the throstle sings<br>And he is no mean preacher<br>Come forth into the lights of natural things<br>Let nature be your teacher</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh nature through rain, sun and wind has a world of ready wealth<br>our craving minds and questioning hearts to bless<br>Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health<br>Truth! , Truth breathed by cheerfulness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One impulse from a vernal wood<br>may teach you more of mankind and of man; <br>of moral evil and of good<br>then all the dead sages can</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet is the lore which nature brings; <br>our meddling intellect<br>Misshapes and misplaces the beauteous forms of things<br>we would murder to dissect</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enough of science and of distilled art; <br>Close these books, these barren leaves<br>Come forth and bring with you a heart<br>that throbs, that watches that thrives and receives</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> copy rights 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</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=413094" data-title="Abandon your books de Isaac Ziv" data-description="These lines I would have sent to a beautiful maid that over toiled herself with books, till her radiant face gathered dust and spider web wreathed upon her hair: Oh listen to the falling rain and shake your dusty looks Why all this toil and l..."></div> </div> </div>

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