<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Good-by</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good-by, proud world, I'm going home,<br>Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine;<br>Long through thy weary crowds I roam;<br>A river-ark on the ocean brine,<br>Long I've been tossed like the driven foam,<br>But now, proud world, I'm going home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good-by to Flattery's fawning face,<br>To Grandeur, with his wise grimace,<br>To upstart Wealth's averted eye,<br>To supple Office low and high,<br>To crowded halls, to court, and street,<br>To frozen hearts, and hasting feet,<br>To those who go, and those who come,<br>Good-by, proud world, I'm going home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm going to my own hearth-stone<br>Bosomed in yon green hills, alone,<br>A secret nook in a pleasant land,<br>Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;<br>Where arches green the livelong day<br>Echo the blackbird's roundelay,<br>And vulgar feet have never trod<br>A spot that is sacred to thought and God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home,<br>I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;<br>And when I am stretched beneath the pines<br>Where the evening star so holy shines,<br>I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,<br>At the sophist schools, and the learned clan;<br>For what are they all in their high conceit,<br>When man in the bush with God may meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ralph+Waldo+Emerson">Ralph Waldo Emerson</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=480890" data-title="Good-by de Ralph Waldo Emerson" data-description="Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I've been tossed like the driven foam, But now, proud world, I'm going home. Good-by to Fla..."></div> </div> </div>

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