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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Approaching Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O take this world away from me;<br>Its strife I cannot bear to see,<br>Its very praises hurt me more<br>Than een its coldness did before,<br>Its hollow ways torment me now<br>And start a cold sweat on my brow,<br>Its noise I cannot bear to hear,<br>Its joy is trouble to my ear,<br>Its ways I cannot bear to see,<br>Its crowds are solitudes to me.<br>O, how I long to be agen<br>That poor and independent man,<br>With labour's lot from morn to night<br>And books to read at candle light;<br>That followed labour in the field<br>From light to dark when toil could yield<br>Real happiness with little gain,<br>Rich thoughtless health unknown to pain:<br>Though, leaning on my spade to rest,<br>I've thought how richer folks were blest<br>And knew not quiet was the best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go with your tauntings, go;<br>Neer think to hurt me so;<br>I'll scoff at your disdain.<br>Cold though the winter blow,<br>When hills are free from snow<br>It will be spring again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So go, and fare thee well,<br>Nor think ye'll have to tell<br>Of wounded hearts from me,<br>Locked up in your hearts cell.<br>Mine still at home doth dwell<br>In its first liberty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bees sip not at one flower,<br>Spring comes not with one shower,<br>Nor shines the sun alone<br>Upon one favoured hour,<br>But with unstinted power<br>Makes every day his own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for my freedom's sake<br>With such I'll pattern take,<br>And rove and revel on.<br>Your gall shall never make<br>Me honied paths forsake;<br>So prythee get thee gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when my toil is blest<br>And I find a maid possest<br>Of truth that's not in thee,<br>Like bird that finds its nest<br>I'll stop and take my rest;<br>And love as she loves me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</a><div class=q>
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Its strife I cannot bear to see,
Its very praises hurt me more
Than een its coldness did before,
Its hollow ways torment me now
And start a cold sweat on my brow,
Its noise I cannot bear to hear,
Its joy is trouble ..."></div>
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